Chapter 1: Tomorrow Is Another Name for Yesterday
Charlie Kogburn, a licorice whip of a figure, was a sensible man in most ways. He was not extravagant in dress or décor. Kogburn blended into the background of life. Even people who were relatively close to Kogburn could not remember the color, make, or model of the car he drove, and that was just fine with Kogburn, who preferred to go about unnoticed. Long ago, Kogburn gave up wearing anything that would call attention to himself. He was a fan of Punk music and all its descendants. He had worn punk inspired t-shirts with various sociopolitical statements on them, and even to this day, he fancied wearing ones that told the establishment or so and so to fuck off, but it was an attention-netter, and attention was something Kogburn didn't want. He didn't mind people who were centers of attention. He enjoyed bathing in their overflowing personalities. When he was comfortable, he'd crack jokes or relate a story he thought amusing. Even then, he was careful to edit himself. Kogb