Friday, January 28, 2005
CHARLIE
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Charlie was a winter person. Knit cap, big black beard, long coat, work boots, slouched against the side of the building, smoking, avoiding Jim's mailroom duties, Charlie was in his element.
Even though I was there through a few summers, I can't remember Charlie without hat, coat and boots. I have no summer picture of him.
One afternoon Charlie motioned to me as I was leaving for the day.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I know you are at that college. Do you think their library would have this book?" He gave me a piece of paper. THE LIVES OF A CELL was carefully printed out.
"Yes, they probably would," I said.
"Can you get it for me?" Charlie asked.
"Probably," I said.
"OK," I said. I was a little concerned Charlie wouldn't return it, or lose it, and I would be on the hook, but my worries were unfounded.
appeared here
Charlie was a winter person. Knit cap, big black beard, long coat, work boots, slouched against the side of the building, smoking, avoiding Jim's mailroom duties, Charlie was in his element.
Even though I was there through a few summers, I can't remember Charlie without hat, coat and boots. I have no summer picture of him.
One afternoon Charlie motioned to me as I was leaving for the day.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I know you are at that college. Do you think their library would have this book?" He gave me a piece of paper. THE LIVES OF A CELL was carefully printed out.
"Yes, they probably would," I said.
"Can you get it for me?" Charlie asked.
"Probably," I said.
"OK," I said. I was a little concerned Charlie wouldn't return it, or lose it, and I would be on the hook, but my worries were unfounded.
appeared here
