<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/be43/3416mma013cjpun6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Czeslaw Jr.</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">”Junior” </span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">She tells me her name and I nod.  “I am Czeslaw.”  (Smile).  “Probably easier to call me Junior.  You know, junior, yes?” <br/><br/>I set out a bowl of the soup.  “More when you like.”  (Smile). <br/></span>