Well, it’s really Henry, but no one calls me that. I was named after my Dad’s granddad, my grandma’s dad, my great-granddad. My Dad loved him a lot. He’s never said that. I’ve never even heard my Dad say the word “love.” I suppose he’s said it to my Mom. But Dad still talks about his granddad. I hardly know either of my granddads, and one lives in the next lot, and the other lives about a mile down the highway.
Anyway, I never met my great-granddad, because he died before I was born. But from what I hear, he was a great guy. People in town know I’m named after him, even people that I don’t know. So sometimes they come up to me and tell me what a nice man he was. That’s cool, I guess. It makes me feel good. But like I said, I never knew him. And, everyone calls me “Hank,” not “Henry,” except when my mom is mad at me. Then I get “Henry William,” my full name.
Well, I figured I’d introduce myself, because I’m going to tell you about what goes on in my life. I can’t talk to any one person about everything that’s in my head. I guess no one can. But I’ll tell you everything, if you want to stick around for a while. I’d like that.
