A person of Neshiyah
Ira Hadar, mechanic
Mechanic
Ira Hadar
Mechanic, about 90 years old. Born in Neshiyah, like everyone.
Ira Hadar runs the garage at the end of Main Street, where the fog licks the fence line. At eighty-two, he still works the floor in oil-stained coveralls, squatting by a wheel hub with a patience that contradicts his temper—he’ll bark at a seized bolt, then sit motionless for an hour, listening to an engine tick. Curious as a magpie, he once fined Eli Segal for measuring the fog, not because he doubted the act, but because he wanted to measure it himself, first. The town sees him as a fixture, gruff and dependable, happiest alone with a wrench and a cigarette. What he wants is simple: one more season of clear fields, and a carburetor that doesn’t lie.
Temperament
Curious to a fault; trusting, within reason; hot-tempered; happiest alone; able to sit still when it matters.
What people say
Ira Hadar believes what everyone believes: the fog is the edge of the world, and the fields need working whether it is true or not.
What the record shows
- day 35 Guard Ira Hadar fined Eli Segal for measuring the fog.