"Hi, is this Darcy?""Yes, it is.""This is Joe Lunardi.""How are you doing, Joe? It's good to hear from you."
"Darcy, have you ever had a Philly cheesesteak?""Actually, no, I haven't.""I'm about to buy you your first cheesesteak!"
"Just thinking about your walk makes me tired!"When I had thanked him for his kindness in driving me back to Villanova, he remarked that his driving me certainly would be better than attempting to walk nearly two hours from Hawk Hill to Villanova Township. Certainly, given the permeating presence of Lady Winter outside the window, having to walk from one point to another in the City of Brotherly Love in that dark, cold, and wintry night may not have been in the best interest of my health. Still, that earlier stroll through Philadelphia was well worth the time spent, given the rewarding, unique experience within the cozy confines of Hagan Arena. That crisp night, I realized that for what I had experienced, I hadn't really walked approximately fifteen miles for no reason whatsoever. No, it was with a unique purpose that I had walked like as if I had really taken flight on hawk's wings.
"What a helluva way to fly,"The Hawk will never die!"