...well now, somebody rolled out of the wrong side of the kennel this morning.
"Whoa, hey, who's disrespecting you?" said Big, raising both palms in a gesture of peace. "I ain't disrespecting you. We were just having a friendly conversation here. And I can't exactly know what to call you when you haven't told me what is is you're going by, these days. Oh, I'm Leonard Marlborough, by the way. Leo to my buddies."
Sheesh. He'd forgotten just how darn touchy some of these Oldies could be. You wouldn't see Big in a snit just because somebody had called him cigarette boy or Camel man. They were perfectly valid descriptions. The press called him worse names all the time.