We did not live far from the area where dad repaired typewriters. At noon, we'd cross the Alameda Park, the half point, and rest on a bench. Everyone seemed happy at this point. There was enough money for food, rent for a decent room and a little extra to afford a cook/housekeeper. However, it was not good for Jerry and me to remain uneducated. If their dreams of riches would only come true, then we could return to San Francisco as rich people. Under this condition, an education would not be necessary for us. One day we ran across Henry Miller. He was the key to making drama come true.