It has been an ache and a joy both to look over this big shoulder of mine at all my yesterdays.

New York is only 97 miles from Philadelphia but was the Big Time as no other American city has ever been.

I have reason to be shy. I've been hurt plenty.

We never had a bathtub. Mom would bathe me in the wooden or tin washtub in the kitchen, or in a big lard can.

All my life I've been prejudiced against wealthy people.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.