in the neighborhood i: 

Al lives down the street in a mid-century marvel. He has lived there since 1961 when he was looking for a “party house.” He’s about 90, string bean tall with ramrod posture, piercing blue eyes, stone deaf, affable as hell, flew supplies to the Pacific theater in WWII, packs his van with his bicycle for daily rides, still rides a  murdercyle, and has never let a woman spend the night.