“Petey Pumphouse.” “What?” “My mustache. If I had one, that is. I’d name him ‘Petey Pumphouse.’ It’s informal, yet harkens back to a more masculine era. Lotta hark in that name.” “I don’t give a shit, Weir.” “What’s your’s name?” “I didn’t name my goddamned mustache, man.” “What if it wanders away?” “I’m gonna go … Continue reading And Then There Was That Time Phil Was In CCR