Let me tell you a story…
Dick Jarvis, chemist of the party, shivered as he looked up from his notebook. “I’d just as soon spend it in a liquid air tank!” he averred. “These eighty-below zero summer nights are plenty for me.”
When I was seventeen and a half I worked full-time at Taco Bell and sometimes after my shift, I’d drive over to this small college town where I would cruise by the beautiful private campus and watch the students walk to class. Billy Squier’s song, ‘Nobody Knows’ would play in the background as I drove by the kids and admired the hard work it took to get there. Sometimes, I would even cry because I wanted that too.
By the advice of several worthy persons, to whom, with the author’s permission, I communicated these papers, I now venture to send them into the world, hoping they may be, at least for some time, a better entertainment than the common scribbles about politics and party.