One of them followed me with his eyes when I walked in and sat down. He stood out in appearance from the others. Big ears, big nose, deep set, sad eyes. He reminded me of Jimmy Durante, or Art Carney. A face only a mother could love.
When I'd been seated a minute he said, loud enough so I could hear, "Yep, I worked down at that pipe yard for 30 years. I spent half my money on wine, women and song. The rest I just wasted."