I tapped lightly on the door with the big knuckle of my middle finger. Dr. Susnow turned from his computer screen to face me. He was wearing a sky-blue, long-sleeve cotton dress shirt. He had short, curly brown hair that was receding a bit and a bushy mustache.
I thought he resembled Magnum P.I. until he stood to greet me and I noticed that instead of cutoff jeans, he wore pleated khaki pants with a braided belt that held a cell phone holster with the cell phone, an empty Blackberry holster and a pager. It was a rare hat trick of belt-supported electronica; a mid-manager’s tool belt, if you will. He looked like what Magnum P.I. would have looked like if Magnum moved back to the mainland and got a job at Best Buy.
Dr. Susnow stood and shot his hand toward me. “You must be Robert,” he said. I hesitated. I was still stuck on the fact that Magnum P.I. wore cutoff jeans. I’d never thought about it until just now. I wondered if Jeans Friday would evolve (or devolve, depending on one’s perspective) to the point where cutoff jeans are acceptable.
I finally reached out and shook the doctor’s hand. “Just call me Rob,” I said.