Content for Thursday, December 10, 1981
News & Stories
Postcards From Western Civilization
I invited him for dinner and bought two quarts of Miller, some frozen dinners, and a bottle of catsup. We ate on the living room floor by the heater, Wayne first drinking his beer.
She has come to San Diego, but she'd rather stay home
I ask when she will retire. She asks when I will have a baby. She used to say she would retire soon. Now she says, so she won’t retire for at least another year.
Supervisors perform no manual labor whatsoever, nor are they allowed to eat with the workers
At 5:00 a.m. the loudspeaker sputters, then, “The mail from San Berdoo [San Bernardino] has now arrived.” From my vantage point I see workers pulling the cages, loaded with sacks and trays, out of the elevators.