I met Firewall Eddie at an NA meeting the next morning in the back of the old bookstore on Main Street. I was curious to see who"d be there. It was the end of the month so an open meeting, a birthday meeting again, and I knew Eddie would be there to eat the cake and drink the coffee. He was.
After the meeting, we got started talking about Doc Hubert, rest his soul.
“I never even met the guy,” I said. “Just lucky, I guess.”
“The cross-eyed old coot is dead and I don"t care,” Eddie said. He wiped his mouth with a dirty hand.
“What did you say?”
“He"s dead and I don"t care.”
“No, the first part. Cross-eyed?”
“Yeah. Doc Hubert was cross-eyed from birth. His ma didn"t take him to no doctors and by the age of seven or eight it was permanent. Used to wear an eye patch most days when he was
