“I guess you could say I’m a company man,” he said, in more of a rumble than a voice. “Worked hard all me life, never seemed to have more than a few pennies to rub together. But I was always loyal, only ever worked for one company.” He was large in the sense of filling up the room, yet actually rather small physically. As I lowered the tripod, he just smiled and rumbled some more. “Yeah, I was always last pick in basketball. ‘Half-pint’ some of the boys called me. But just once.” I saw him glower and believed him. We shot dark, playing with the lights to bring out the gold and green in his eyes.