Books [Growing Up with the Automobile]
“But luck was against me. Cars were still far from plentiful, and parts came high. Soon the bills had piled up so bad that they had to close up shop.
“But I wanted to stay in that kind of work. I made up my mind to stick. I stuck, picking up what odd jobs I could find, but sometimes my ribs felt like they were sticking into me, I was so hungry.
“At last one day, just when I felt that I couldn't stand it any longer, my luck turned. Mr. Golden, the president of the bank which had foreclosed on the garage and a number of used cars, sent for me to come out to his home.
'Jesu! I never had seen anything like that place! Bushes of flowers as high as your head! Cement walks winding in and out of shrubbery. I was scared green, but I went an until I came to the house.
“Mr. Golden asked me in, and we sat down in a small parlor. He was just as nice and friendly as if he didn't have a cent. Gave me a cigar and we sat there smoking. After we had talked a while he told me what he wanted. I was to stay on in Savannah, and take these cars and go over them one by one, and put them