![]() "Don't worry about losing it," Ed called from the piano. More hung from a series of hooks along the wall. Mechanically, Ed pulled off his tan trench coat and turned toward the coat rack. Why don't you take off that coat and hang it up? This might take a bit." "No, I mean …." Ed paused, having completely forgotten what he meant.Įd handed the whiskey to Ed, then started on a whiskey sour for Ed, who'd turned to look at Ed. "It's an example of a joke that never gets old, Ed," said Ed, from one of the tables. Except for the new one, who shook his head. "What's a Henway?"Īcross the room, piano player Ed called out, "About five pounds."Įds broke into laughter again. "A Henway?" Ed, still frozen in his spot, frowned. Having an Ed step through the door is like one of those old jokes that never get old. On the other side of the bar, as he poured a whiskey for Ed, Ed spoke. When he opened them, he was still not looking at a mirror. ![]() Maybe 2045 would make you feel even better than that." Ed turned back to the bar, as the laughter gradually died down.Įd squeezed his eyes shut. "Well, then - if it makes you feel better, you could call this 2035. "What year did you leave from, youngster?" ![]() At the nearest end of the stained oak bar, Ed raised his glass. "Quick! What year is this?"Ī dozen people broke into raucous laughter. Ed slammed through the front door and looked wildly around the tavern. ![]()
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