AT BARNEY HOWARTH'S
Sometimes just getting a notion of
your own is a real kick. Something
new and substantial that wasn't there
before. The chickadee cannot rest
its head. The donkey cannot just
read. I'm watching the new cashier
right now - being trained in the
window register by the guy who's
been here forever. What's he carry
forth to share with this new hire?
Hate? Anguish? Experience? Joy?
Has he any of those things right now?
He'll probably be retiring soon and
moving on. What's to show for all
his work, and why? Working the
register at Barney Howarth's for
fourteen years. Seeing ten thousand
people who all look the same?
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