at Wireless Power on Tuesday,
excavating for towers.
He said,
“I’m good at digging,”
and everyone who knows about our hole
knows he’s telling the truth.
He might as well earn a couple dollars.
It doesn’t look good for the winter crop.
Earning some cash will make him feel better.
I don’t think he’ll drink it up.
He hasn’t done that since Ma
It’s hard to believe I once brought money in too,
even if it was just a dime now and then,
for playing piano.
Now I can’t hardly stay in the same room with one.
Especially Ma’s.
October 1934