We needed a drummer for our band, and I made the mistake of informing my father of that fact while we were sitting at the kitchen table, eating cold scrambled eggs and drinking really bad coffee. I saw his eyes light up beneath his jungle-like eyebrows, and instantly I expected the worst.
"Well," he mused, "he hasn't performed in a while, but there is Larry."
"Larry?" I blinked. "Your buddy with only a thumb on one hand?"