August 1, 2008

Tony loves Terry

Terry wasn't a popular name among my classmates, or among my adult friends. The only Terry I remember was the one I worked a summer job with, I'm guessing we were seventeen, at a department store. Blondish, built, waspy, wound up, he radiated such verility that one suspects he could have impregnated girls by simply facing in their general direction. He was aware of this and had an aura of laughing at life. Everybody liked him.

Who's your Terry?