The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
“The last job I applied for was to be a bus driver for the Chicago Transit Authority in 1957.”
“Webster and I are very aloof. The two of us go and sit there by ourselves. I sit by myself in the corner with my book and the newspaper. He kind of runs around a little bit, and then he goes and sits on top of the picnic table. He never plays with other little dogs.”