Hey, Bud.
Excuse me. That’s not my name.
I called you Bud a few weeks ago, and you never mentioned it.
That’s because I was a bud. … Now I’m a blossom.
Sorry.
Folks used to call you Eddie, then Ed. Now they call you Gris. You grow into these parts.
Good to see you, Blossom. It’s always a guessing game. Some years you arrive right on schedule for the Cherry Blossom Festival. Other times, you’re fashionably late.
Punctuality is my middle name this year. It was my New Year’s resolution.