Around the corner....I have a friend... in this great city that has no end. Yet the days go by and weeks rush on and before I know it...a year is gone. And I never see my old friend's face...for life is a swift and terrible race. He knows I like him just as well. As in the days when I rang his bell and he rang mine but we were younger then. And now we are busy, tired men, tired of playing a foolish game. Tired of trying to make a name. Tomorrow I will call on Jim. Just to show that I'm…