Fully under a sold, used boat, my attention was on the hull and then… A pair of brown, polished loafers slid across the floor and stopped next to me.
“Eisenhower.” He said. Norman responded to my question like it was no big deal. "Eisenhower?" “Eisenhower.”
“You’ll find I don’t shut up with my ideas,” he said. “I’ve been coming here for thirty-years. Place hasn’t changed.” “We haven’t, but you’ve turned into a grumpy, old geezer,” said the woman from behind the counter. Don’t look offended, hun. We love him like family.”