WITH 50 MINUTES left on earth, Eddie took his last walk along Ruby
Pier. He passed an elderly couple.
"Folks," he mumbled, touching his cap.
They nodded politely. Customers knew Eddie. At least the regular
ones did. They saw him summer after summer, one of those faces you
associate with a place. His work shirt had a patch on the chest that read
EDDIE above the word MAINTENANCE, and sometimes they would
say, "Hiya, Eddie Maintenance," although he never thought that was
funny.