Today he said, "Some people say the glass is half empty, but I say it's half full. And if it's half empty, I'll fill the other half with beer."
On my way to Cafe West, I walk with him for a while. There's this bird that's either a dove or an albino pigeon perched on the gate outside Back Alley bar. I say, "It looks like a dove." He says, "Life is good sometimes."
I want to ask him what happened on his "bad day in '71" but I don't. I imagine it has something to do with Vietnam.