But before they could, a few others joined them, then a few more, and suddenly all of the 24,000 in the park were on their feet waving and shouting for the slender, capless and windblown
figure at home plate, where the bright California sunshine picked up the red lettering and insignia on the front of his gray uniform.
As there are many people around the world who would be glad to have a roof over their head, food on their
plate (cooked
at home — lots of people can't afford even that too well) and maybe two pairs of pants and a couple shirts and some sandals, I
figure I am doing well and have no cause for severe complaint as of yet.