He looked like you’d imagine some tired old salesman would look, vague twinkle in both eyes telling whoever answered the door here was a fella that liked people.

. . . glimpsing, through imperfections . . .

Downtown Beirut. Flash mob. No flash mob.
Waiting in Kmart. Looking down. He looks down.

That’s why they were all NCAA, the sisters, because of the mother. She beat them all. They were glad later.

Teeth are overrated. . . .

“Mister, our specialty is burgers. I also deep fry thinly sliced Idahos then, of course, I waffle them. You might say the waffle fries are the house spec-iality; that and my melted Kraft/Hellman’s entourage. I call it my entourage. Most places don’t do mandatory mayo. We do mandatory mayo.” 

Klesko was a nasty man. I wasn't sure what he meant by that but wasn't in the mood to engage so I just asked, "What's that you're eating?"