Anniversary Present from the Datura
There it was, sitting across the bench this morning as Plot and Duck walked outside with their morning coffee, sun shining, hot but not too hot, breezy but not too breezy, a day quite unlike 9-26-70, which Plotnik remembers as extremely hot, but he was so terrified you can't take his word for anything about that day.
Seems to have worked out pretty well, so far, though he and Duck are still on one-year contracts, like Walter Alston. You gotta be an old Dodger fan to get that one.
Plot got lucky, that's all there is to it. No other explanation for it.