Our other member is Clyde or, as everyone refers to him, Crazy Clyde. It’s a nickname he’s embraced with gusto. Sometimes I think he just says wild shit to get people talking, to live up to the name. Either way, he’s another stray I’ve adopted along the way. A loner with no family who—for as bonkers as he is—has become something of a father figure to me. Or a paradoxical boomer child, depending on the day.
