ADVERTISEMENT

“I Give the Orders Here,” He Shouted—Until I Told Him Who I Was

ADVERTISEMENT

during the Cold War, we had filet mignon every single Friday night. The Officers’ Club there was absolutely legendary—people came from all over just to eat there.”

And so it began—the Mark Hensley show, a one-man performance I would be subjected to for the next excruciating twenty minutes. I didn’t get a word in edgewise. Neither did Mom. Mark launched continue reading …

ADVERTISEMENT

Leave a Comment

ADVERTISEMENT