Rocko is the delivery man for the pet food distributor—one bag at a time.
Rocko is looking forward to his middle-age crisis. He anticipates the wrecklessness, the abandon, the thrill of risk-taking. If only it would hurry and get here before he is too dry to celebrate the emergence of Rocko Troy, wildman.
He spends his evenings being an umpire at little league games during the spring and summer. He referees grade school football games in the fall. In the winter he is a catcher for a school of little ballerinas. They always trust him. “Rocko said” starts many a conversation between child and parent. “Rocko said I could hit the ball, and I did.” “Rocko said if I would practice every day I could dance in New York City.” Sometimes parents ask Rocko to say things to their kids, and he will if it he thinks it is the right thing to say. Rocko knows kids. He knows how it feels to be scared and little.
Rocko is a philosopher.
(This completes Rocko Troy.)
(Stay tuned for Gordon Tudor Patrick, pet groomer extraordinaire.)
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