"We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other."
In 1956-1957 I was delivering the Sunday Minneapolis Tribune to a large route on Birch St. in Eau Claire. The papers were waiting for me outside the Holiday Station. I would trudge in winter over to wrap the papers and plow through the snow, sometimes in thirty below weather. After one huge snowstorm, twelve year old me was doing the route. When I got to the end of McDonough St., not a footprint in sight at 6:00 in the morning, snow twenty inches deep -- I walked up a sidewalk and saw something on the snow. It was a twenty dollar bill!! It was on its side in the snow, sticking out as though someone had inserted it there. New, crisp and perfect. I looked around. No sign of humanity! Can you imagine the miracle of a twenty to a twelve year old boy in 1957? That was pretty much the end of miracles for me, for the rest of my life.