“Nobody, most of the time. I’m not good with names. You know. Just, I don’t know.”

“Have a good time?”

“It was fun. I mean, you know. Just sorta … oooh, I think I could do with an aspirin.”


“I didn’t drink that much, really. I don’t know. Preventive thing. How are things there?”

“Here? Biff broke his leg; for some reason, the spigot at the side of the house won’t turn off; and Whatshisname — the neighbor? couple doors down? — we’re having a war.”

It is about at this point in the conversation that the Road Warrior is ecstatic to be in Columbus.

Hey, it may not be Venice. But it sure beats dealing with Whatshisname down the block.