GE Horace Benedict

Chronicles of the Worldwalkers

December 11, 1927 New York, United States A knock on the door woke up the old man. It sounded like the incessant jabbing of a woodpecker. Someone had dared disturb his evening nap. He’d been dozing off after a midday snack with his only company, Oscar his old lab. Intent on not paying attention, another vigorous set of knocks startled him away from his pleasant dreams. “Who is it?” he asked from his comfy sofa in his 1920’s living room. His voice was scruffy and moody! “It’s me, Tobias. I have great news!” Immediately his temper simmered down into tranquility and a good face. “Give me a minute!” The old man grabbed his cane and slowly walked towards the old door. Through the door glass, he could see a young man beaming across. It was the familiar face of his tenant, Tobias Maldechor, who also happened to be his only friend for the last year and a half!