HELLO HARRY
BY
ROBERT WALLACE PAOLINELLI
"Hello,
Harry. Good seein' ya again. Come on in, take a
load off your feet. Christ, it must be
five, six years since I seen ya last. Man, we had us some good times together. Come on, sit. Want a beer? No, not beer. I
remember, you like brandy and espresso. Well, I ain't
got no espresso or brandy, but I can offer ya some instant
coffee--it ain't too bad--and a shot of Jack
Daniels. I ain't never opened it. Yes, sir, it sure is good to see ya, Harry. Let me
put the water to boil and I'll have yer coffee in a jiffy, and just let me find the whiskey and
we can have us a celebration of re-union.
Yes, sir, I always say a man ought to celebrate when an old buddy comes by. I got
some potato chips and green onion dip in the frig and if ya
just make yerself at home, I'll
just pop in the kitchen and get the water started. It ain't often I
get visitors--and ya caught me at a good time; I ain't got to be to work for seventy-two hours. I tell ya, workin' on the railroad sure can be hell for a man's social
life. Ya know
I ain't been laid in over a
month. Hell, who's
got time? What with travelin'
all the time and never knowin' whether yer gonna
be in town for a few hours or a few days.
Just a coupla months back I was
down in New Orleans--and Harry, let me tell ya, I was
rarin' to go. I had me five-hundred dollars--all fifties and twenties and I was goin' to eat me one of them big fish dinners--even have a
bottle of wine; well, there I was standin' all stinkin' and greasy
with my overnight bag just 'bout to call me a taxi to take me to one of them
fancy hotels down in the French Quarter, when the super come over and tells me
there's a man out sick and I got to take his place; well, it just about broke my heart. And to think I had all that
money and it was burnin' a hole in my pocket--why I
even had me a phone number I got from a switchman I know up in Houston who said
the gal was clean--can't be any too careful these days--was pretty, her price
right, gave a right tolerable blow job--but, hell, that's life on the railroad
and there ain't nothin' can
be done about it--which reminds me of the time I was runnin'
to Cheyenne and a couple buddies of mine decided to go into town. They was hungry, horny and just like me, a
pocket full of cash--well they was walking across the street from the yards
when this semi loaded with heavy machinery--well it comes right at them
and--SMACKO! they gets killed, their bodies had to be
put back together like a jigsaw puzzle.
I tell ya, Harry, ya
just never know in this life from one moment to the next what's
gonna happen--just like yer
comin'. Hell, whodda ever thought we'd be seein' each other after all this time? And to think, we was good buddies and all and
ya know sometimes when folks don't see each other
they kinda grow distant; not us. Hell, ya sent all them postcards from all over. I learned me some geography lookin' in a big atlas every time I got one of yer cards. I got
them some place around here, but I just can't remember
right now. Ya gotta excuse this mess. I ain't
got a woman to take care of this place when I'm gone, and when I do get back
now and then--well, hell, I ain't in any mood to
clean up or dust or any of them domestic thin's; no, I just get me a coupla
sixpacks of brew, a big bag of potato chips, go down
to the Chinese place next door and bring back some fried rice and sweet and
sour pork ribs--hell--I can even eat with chopsticks, though I ain't too good--but I can eat as fast as any Chinaman--ya ought to see me go. I even get me a pizza and have that with the
ribs. Now if ya
think that's a crazy combo, yer right; but there's somethin'
about pizza and sweet and sour pork ribs and cold beer and a good t.v. show that just go together. Know what I mean? Just some kind of what they call af-finity. You like
that word? Af-finity. Looked it up in the dictionary one night and,
shit, Harry, I discovered there is an af-finity to everythin': coffee
and cream, cunt and cock, water, fire, steam, love
and hate, war and peace, heaven and hell, hot and cold, dark and light, top and
bottom--sweet and sour--just like ribs.
How 'bout that?
The whole damn world's just one big af-finity. There's even af-finity between the
two of us--that's why we been friends all this time and ya
sendin' me all them postcards and all. Ya know I still got
that picture ya sent of yerself on the deck of the ship ya
took to Japan. Did ya
think I'd forgotten?
Oh, that ship sure was pretty, beats travelin'
by train--I got to take me a cruise some day, Harry, take me a cruise knowin' I can take my sweet time and if it takes me all
year to get from London to Timbuctu--well hell--so be
it. I got me such a tight schedule these
days that I need a long vacation where I can sit around and watch the
water. I guess I got me an af-finity with water.
Why I almost joined the navy way back--but the army drafted my ass and I
didn't see much water in Fort Riley, Kansas. Yes sir, take me a cruise and--hell--why don't we take one together?
We could start out in New Orleans.
I seen me a lot of ships down in the Gulf from
all over the world and sometimes I just want to walk away from the railroad and
become a seaman. Ya
never knew that, did ya? Well, it's
true. I get me this hankerin'
sometimes where I want to throw it all up, just walk away from the iron horse,
the bosses, the schedules, this apartment--just git! Yes, sir, I
would get me as far away on a ship--as far away as a man can go. But somethin'
always holds me back; I keep thinkin' 'bout all the years I spent on the railroad--I'll
get me a big pension--maybe it's not so important to hang on for that ol' pension. A lot
of guys I knew kept dreamin' of the old rockin' chair and when they was retired their whole lives
was changed: They got ornery, bored,
some just sat around swappin' railroad stories making
themselves out to be bigger than they was and some started hittin'
the bottle and being drunk all the time.
Hell, Harry, a man's liver don't work too well when he gets old and the
kidneys got to pass all that booze--it just ain't
healthy. I don't
want that to happen to me. One of these
days I'm gonna turn in my time card for the last time
and take me a trip--maybe go to California, then over to Idaho. They got sturgeon so big up in them Idaho
lakes it takes a tractor to haul them out of the water. I sure would like hookin'
one of them fish. I could eat all week
and the next, and when that was all gone just bait my hook and catch me
another. There's a lot of livin' to do yet; but I don't seem to be gettin' much of it--just miles and miles of tracks, the
same towns, same faces, same routine.
Now take a guy like yourself, Harry:
Ya never took any shit from no one; never worried about
no pension, dental plan and all that--why ya just lit
out. Hell, I remember the day ya quit, said ya was goin' to Madagascar.
Hell, nobody knew where that was, so I got me that atlas and looked it
up and sure as shit I found it and couldn't believe
anybody who didn't live there would know about it--but ya
did. Now how in the hell a feller would
know where such a place was is beyond my imagination. Just think,
Madagascar, way out there in the Indian Ocean and someone I knew was
there! Can ya
beat that? Well, I showed everyone that
postcard, why I even took my atlas on the train, and when I could, I tried to
imagine what ya was adoin'
and a thinkin'.
Why I even had ya humpin' half a dozen women one after the other and laughin' at us down at the roundhouse--ho, ho, boy did I
work up my imagination: There ya was, Harry, all wet with sweat on account it's so humid
there in Madagascar (I did me some readin' about that
place) and the sweat just drippin' down and them
women all a sweatin' too and ya
goin' from one to the other and stickin'
it to them just like the stud bull my daddy used to rent way back when I was a
boy--yes sir, I had ya hoppin'
and a humpin' and them women just beggin'
for more and more, and I tell ya, Harry, sometimes
I'd get so worked up I had to have a visit with Madam Fist and her five
daughters. Ya
know, when a man reaches a certain age it's just got to naturally follow he ain't gonna get laid as often as
he should--and what with me workin' the way I
do--well I took account one day and ya know what I
found? I found that I don't know anyone
who don't work for the railroad and that's the God's truth; every last soul who I can count as
friend is a railroad man. Can ya beat that? But
not ya, Harry; ya know lots
of different kinds of folks, folks who'd talk circles around my poor head. I liked yer
friends, even if at times I didn't understand a lick of what they was sayin' and I always appreciated yer
invitin' me over for a beer or two and some small
talk. That's
important to a man. Just the little thin's people got to
say about the weather and if they's ailin' and who got married, who died, who retired, the ball
game, fish stories. A man's
got to have those thin's, Harry,
otherwise--well sometimes this world gets so complicated that it makes my head
spin. It's not easy
for me to take in all the changes that's been goin'
on in the world what with computers, bigger A-bombs, supersonic jets, and big
corporations buyin' and sellin'
out the little guys--why it makes me feel like a caveman--and I can tell ya because yer an educated
man--sometimes I think I'd like to just run off and live in a cave; yes sir, just get me a sack of beans, a good
shotgun, sleepin' bag and that kind of thin' and just
strike out to the mountains and find me a cave near some runnin'
water and just sit and listen to the water, and when I got hungry go lookin' for roots and berries and hunt me some small game
and cook on a fire in front of the cave just like them cavemen must've done
long, long ago. But then I get to thinkin' that
I'd get mighty lonely up in that cave. And what if I got sick or somethin'? Suppose I got bit by
a rattler? Hell, thems a mean snake and I knowed
an ol' boy down near Tucumcari. Had to give him blood and
all. He almost died. He was never the same after that. Why he was even afraid of ropes and rubber
hoses--anythin' that even looked like a snake made
him a scared. They say if ya eat rattler meat then no snake will ever bite ya--but I ain't
"bout to eat no snake. Why I heard
in some places snake is number one meat for folks. But not me,. Beef, pork, chicken, fish, ya know, the reg'lar thin's a man ought to eat--but I ain't
such a fool to know that if there ain't nothin' but rattler meat to be had that I guess I'd sink my
teeth into some. I've
heard it said it tastes just like chicken--but then I wouldn't know. Just goes to show ya
how little a man knows 'bout thin's. Why I bet there's a million pounds or more of
snake meat crawlin' 'round the world and there's hungry people all over dyin'
'cause they got nothin' to eat. Now down in Texas, there's
a place that has a rattlesnake roundup every year and then they slaughter the
rattlers, skin 'em, then deep fry 'em--just like chicken--then have a rattlesnake eatin' contest. Can ya imagine that: Sittin' in front of a pile of deep-fried snake lookin' just like chicken, and men and boys stuffin' themselves with it so's they can win some prize money? Can ya beat
that? But then
I suppose folks'll do most anything these days for a
dollar. Hell, look at
me: Workin'
like a mule--and for what? Just
dollars--and to think when I was growin' up if the
old man made hisself two dollars a day he was lucky
and he'd go down to the store and buy hisself some
Bull Durham and cheap whiskey and some suck candies for us kids and we thought
we was rich. But
times have changed, Harry. Folks ain't what they used to be what with greed being so pop'lar and t.v. and the politicians
and businessmen making fools out of us and all of them gettin'
rich and us buyin' geegaws
and cars and stuff we really don't need.
Why I don't know what to make of thin's anymore.
Sometimes I get so confused I don't know
whether to shit or go blind. Did ya know I once thought of killin'
myself? Sure as shit I did; only I didn't have
the guts. There was a freight due,
pulled by three engines, over eighty cars and I thought that if I stood on the
track I'd be mincemeat before the third engine passed over me; but I didn't 'cause I discovered I was a
coward. I ain't never told no one 'bout that but ya--and if ya'd keep that
confidential like--well I know I can trust ya,
Harry. Maybe if I was married my life
would be different;
but ya know what, Harry? I never could find a woman who could
understand me--not a one. So I gave up and just got me a whore now and then to keep my
horn blunted. It's
important for a man to have a good woman--trouble is I never found one. Most women I've met think givin' a man some poontang now
and then entitles them to all sorts of privileges and attentions and gifts and goin' out to dinners and shows and if you're late or somethin' happens and ya got to
be away for a while--well they just forget 'bout all the good thin's ya done for them before--so's I kinda got away from reg'lar women--if ya know what I
mean. There's one gal down in El
Paso; she's not
much of a looker, but when I'm in town I look her up; we drink some beer, watch t.v.
then we go to bed. Then, when it's time
to go, I give her a little somethin'; she hugs me, kisses me goodbye and off I
go--gonads feelin' good, my temper calm and ready for
the road. What? Ya gotta go? Well I'm sorry ya can't stay longer.
Shit, Harry, we was just gettin'
warmed up. I could visit with ya longer. But I know, yer like me--the
restless type. Sure, sure, I
understand. Send me a postcard from
where ya go next.
Sure was swell seein' an old pal. Good luck and
God bless--oh, one thin' more, Harry:
Tell me, did ya really have all them women
like I imagined ya did out there in Madagascar?"
THE END
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