A Monday night. 10:30 PM. Unusually unfrigid for February in Milwaukee. A school teacher and a general practitioner duck into a pizza parlor. A late night snack before heading home after watching two second tier basketball teams match up in an arena that is deemed archaic and soon to be replaced by a new pleasure dome. The school teacher wants pizza because he is hungry. The doctor wants pizza because the school teacher wants pizza and because he'd drank two Miller Lites at the game. Lasagna pizza for the teacher. Sausage and pepperoni for the doctor. They slide into opposite sides of a booth as their slices reheat in the large oven.
"Flynn resigned just now" says the teacher.
"I'd been checking my phone during the game. It's finally done, I guess" says the doctor.
"Barely three weeks" says the teacher.
"Yep."
The pizza slices are hot. A period of time is needed to let them cool off.
"This is bad. Whatever he was, Flynn was one of the competent ones" says the doctor.
"Yep."
The pizza slices are good. The teacher and the doctor walk out of the parlor and head north as Old World 3rd Street becomes Dr. Martin Luther King Drive. They banter about what will be next before splitting off into their own cars.
The night is quiet. The ride home is easy. The beer might hurt tomorrow --at his age, even two over several hours will trigger a morning headache. One day at a time. That's the custom of the country now.
"Flynn resigned just now" says the teacher.
"I'd been checking my phone during the game. It's finally done, I guess" says the doctor.
"Barely three weeks" says the teacher.
"Yep."
The pizza slices are hot. A period of time is needed to let them cool off.
"This is bad. Whatever he was, Flynn was one of the competent ones" says the doctor.
"Yep."
The pizza slices are good. The teacher and the doctor walk out of the parlor and head north as Old World 3rd Street becomes Dr. Martin Luther King Drive. They banter about what will be next before splitting off into their own cars.
The night is quiet. The ride home is easy. The beer might hurt tomorrow --at his age, even two over several hours will trigger a morning headache. One day at a time. That's the custom of the country now.