Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Peter McDonald]
When asked how he liked his job, Peter's answer so symbolic of the person he seemed to be, he countered back: “Why of course, its fun, what else can I get?”
Each week day morning, he left the house at five A.M. going quietly so he would not awaken his aunt, whom he loved very much, for she had cared for him since he was a child and now that his father was dead, the two were alone. They were a very religious family, Catholics for generations; his forebears having come to Mobile one hundred and two years ago from Ireland.
He was off the wagon at about two or three o'clock in the after noon. It all depended upon the business he had, and home for a rest, a bath and off again for the evening's pleasure, which consisted of riding in his girl's car, as he did not have one, and going to the evening games of base ball and foot ball, as the case may be, both of which he was fond, having played on the teams during his school years. It seemed the sports had helped during those terrible years of job hunting, because he picked up small jobs playing on the small teams, helping at the fields where the games were held.