A man by any other name

Feldman Jack lived out of the back of a moving van that he parked between two elms on a rise that overlooked every house in the new community except Bradley’s. His real name was Jack Feldman, but he changed it legally to Feldman Jack because the government kept listing him that way and he wanted his name to appear correctly in the phone book. His van had the motto “we move shit so you don’t have to,” on the side in stenciled cursive red. Although he owned both a single mattress complete with a box-spring and a three-seat leather couch, he fell asleep in the mouth of the van, one leg and one arm hanging over the edge, his knife and a bar of soap in his lap.