Max Feld entered br the Teacher’s Center br angry, face red br ready for action br “Bernstein br you’re the union rep.” br I nodded by head Yes br as I stared at Max Feld br neck bulging br veins popping. br “I don’t like looking br at another man’s crap.” br “Who does? ” I said gently br trying to relax the man br but on he went, br “Walk in br there it is br and I know br who done it br and I’m gonna br do something about it.” br “Who? ” I whispered br in the softest voice I could br and still be heard. br “Alvin Bondy.” br “The man’s 74 br with advanced br prostrate cancer— br he’ll be dead soon.” br The words br cracked br his skull br as if he’d been hit br with a baseball bat, br mouth opening br gasping for air br fingers on his right br hand trembling br “My old man br croaked from that, ” br he muttered br a few tears br sliding br down his cheek. br When he left br I wondered br if I’d done the right thing br but a union rep br gotta keep the peace br among fellow workers br the truth being br Alvin Bondy was br slowly losing br his mind: br Alzheimer’s.