Sometimes, when I was a very young child, my mother, if we were out of milk, would send me down the street to the milkman’s house with my red (Flyer) wagon to get more milk. How I hated this, hated pulling my red wagon down the street to the milkman’s house! I was shy! I did not like to knock on their door and ask for milk, and I was proud too, I did not like to pull my red wagon with the milk in it back home, it was an indignity to pull milk behind you in your wagon! But sometimes my mother told me to do this, and I would have to do it. When you are young, the world is full of bosses. We did not live near stores, it would not have been possible to even ride your bike to the store, we were out where the sky and wind were unimpeded, there were horses at the far perimeter of the neighborhood we fed crab apples to. The milkman had lots of children, they were blond, blue-eyed, milk-fed kids, one of whom was my friend, we were the same age, his name was Tom—Tommy, when we were children—I am sure that we played together when we were very young, but I do not remember this, but I do remember that we played together in group games that sometimes were played in the neighborhood, games like kick the can, although I remember not liking group games, so although I was asked to join the games—I was not disliked and never ostracized—I do not think I joined them very often, I preferred to be alone with my books. For instance, I have no idea how to play kick the can. The neighborhood was full of kids, there was Tommy and Jimmy and Steve, to name a few, and those were the times I grew up in, when people had names like those and when kids played outside from morning till night. I have enjoyed telling you these things. I would like to tell you one more thing, and that is that much of the social life and politics of the children in the neighborhood were experienced at the bus stop, where sometimes we waited in the darkness in below-freezing weather for the bus to come. We probably didn’t talk all that much in those times, when it was that cold, I don’t know.