Aboard Southern Flight 718 Just left Mobile, Alabama– gliding queezily through thick grey clouds. Homesick and a little nauseous. Mom and Dad and Aunt Cat and Hank and Joey saw me off at the airport– I felt particularly tender about leaving Mom this time. I love her very much and there is a lot that I worry about her. At 43 years of age, she is working as hard as she was at 20. And they have very little materially to show for their work. Oh, they are quite comfortable– they live and enjoy themselves very well– but it’s that type of security peculiar to the American working class. You’re secure so long as you can keep working and bringing home a paycheck. I can’t keep from wondering what it will be like when they are both too old or infirm (god forbid) to work.
August 19th, 1973
August 19th, 1973
August 19th, 1973
Aboard Southern Flight 718 Just left Mobile, Alabama– gliding queezily through thick grey clouds. Homesick and a little nauseous. Mom and Dad and Aunt Cat and Hank and Joey saw me off at the airport– I felt particularly tender about leaving Mom this time. I love her very much and there is a lot that I worry about her. At 43 years of age, she is working as hard as she was at 20. And they have very little materially to show for their work. Oh, they are quite comfortable– they live and enjoy themselves very well– but it’s that type of security peculiar to the American working class. You’re secure so long as you can keep working and bringing home a paycheck. I can’t keep from wondering what it will be like when they are both too old or infirm (god forbid) to work.