The drama continues. I met Herb as planned, and we sat in the balcony for the show. You have to get there very early to get seats, so we had plenty of time to chat. We even brushed knuckles like junior high kids on a first date. We sat in the first row of the balcony, off to one side. It would have been too obvious, I thought, if we’d opted for the back row.
“Well,” I said, “I thought this day would never end.”
He laughed. He had a nice set of teeth, all his own as far as I could tell. Don’t laugh. It’s nice at our age when one has original equipment that, hopefully, still works. My d**k thought I was talking about it so harkened.
“How’s Eric doing now?”
“I think he’s back to normal, whatever that is for him. What a character. After the champagne came, which, by the way, was excellent,
