“I’m doing okay. And you, Louie?”

“Same old, same old, although my back has seen better days. Too much bending over, I guess. I see you’re still working out.”

“An hour a day on the bench. I’m pressing 250 these days. Your hands look mighty callused. Are you still working with metal?”

“Cutting and stamping. I guess some things never change, eh, Harry?”

“I guess not. Gee, we had some good times, didn’t we, Louie?”

“We sure did. Remember when we were running that shirt factory in the Dominican Republic?”

“You mean the one where we took their workman’s comp and spent it on airline tickets to England to see Shed Seven, Al Stewart and Sarah Jane Morris? How could I forget? Say, Louie, do you remember when we were running that fake charity outfit?”

“You must be talking about ‘Aid To The Unknown Children of Roadies.’ That paid for our trip to Australia so we could see AC/DC and KISS. A very worthy cause. How about that auto repair shop? We did all right with that one, didn’t we, Harry?”

“We sure did. I gotta hand it to you, Louie. I’d never have thought of using foam rubber in place of brake pads. But there we were three months later, front row center for Long Beach Dub Allstars and Tesla. That was almost as good as when we ran that Firestone plant in Venezuela, or when we lobbied for power deregulation in California. Hey, I’ve got one for you. Remember that senior citizens home?”

“Where we spent their Medicare checks on Spineshank and Leon Russell? I’ll never forget the look on old Mr. Johnson’s face when he found out we had replaced his insulin with Jolt Cola. Yeah, those were the good old days, weren’t they, Harry?”

“They sure were a hoot. Oh, look at the time. I’ve got to get back to work. So, what are you doing these days, Louie?”

“Five to ten. And you?”

“Fifteen, with time off for good behavior.”