And Their Opinions On It All
At the Ol’ Watering Hole, Tom was leaning over his beer watching the condensation fall down the side while he chose not to drink it. Thomas was on his second beer. Joseph, his third. Tornado Tom just didn’t have it in him to finish or start his drink.
“Oh come on, bud, the bloom is hardly off the peach here. Drink. To your health. To the slug. To Paulie and Parlay.”
“Come on Seltzman, don’t give it a name.”
“Oh, and why shouldn’t I? Everything deserves a name. There was a time when I didn’t have a name and never have I felt so, I don’t know, purposeless.”
“A name does not give you power, Seltzman.”
Joseph Fejes, the not-so-friendly neighborhood otorhinolaryngologist, chimed in after swallowing down half of his third beer. “You have your name; it is powerf
