Publisher's Synopsis
"And what are you going to do now?!" John asked me curiously a few days after I left Colonial Made. It was Saturday, the day when I always paid him the rent for the following week. We were in the kitchen, eating breakfast. I glanced at my watch. It was still fairly early in the morning. "I think I'll move to California," I answered. He thought I was joking. Even when I started packing my belongings into my luggage, he said: "You don't really mean it, do you? "Well, I did mean it. California had been in the back of my mind all along. I could not just continue dreaming about it any longer. It was time for me to go. "Do you know anyone on the West Coast?" John asked me when I was getting into my car. "Not really", I replied. "Do you have enough money?" he asked. "I have about a thousand dollars. Is that enough?" "Only a thousand?!" he said startled. "And you are driving to the West Coast? Are you out of your mind?!""Perhaps I am", I said. "Oh, you'll be back soon. Anyway, your room will be there in case you need it again. Good luck to you." There was grudge in his voice but I could not tell whether he was mad at me or mad at himself. I drove out on Easton Avenue and once I crossed the border into Pennsylvania, I began to feel a little more freedom in the fresh air blowing in through my window.[A short YouTube video: https: //www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1LDb7JQA_Q]
