August 27, 2003
"How's it going, Pete? Nice haircut! Today's the big day, huh?" "You said it, kid!" Pete shouted back with a smile. "Today's the big day!" Pete and his wife, Laura, lived in the same complex as my friend Buck back when I was 12 or so. We saw him almost every day walking on the street, to and from the factory in which he worked. He was a quiet man in his 40s who always walked with his head down and his lips silently moving, as if carrying on some running disagreement with himself.