I figure if I’m going to be broke, I’m going to be broke in some place I like. So I came to Tacoma.
Henry laughed in appreciation, but Joe’s face was solemn. “I’ve tried hard, I just can’t get away from it. I stepped off the train in Seattle, first thing I see there was a big sign just like that one out there. ‘You’ll like Tacoma.’
“I went up to Bellingham and didn’t get along very well. I saw a sign up there, but I closed my heart to it. ‘You’ll like Tacoma,’ it said. I went to Everett and worked in a real estate office. Every day I looked out my window and saw a sign on the boardwalk telling me I’d like Tacoma.”
“But you lost that job?” Henry asked.
“I lost that job, lived on the street. I did a lot of thinking about what makes one guy rich and another guy poor. I figure if I’m going to be broke, I’m going to be broke in a nice place, some place I like. So I came to Tacoma, and I didn’t make out here, neither. And now I live for just one thing. I’m going to hold on right here. I’ll sleep in the street, I’ll sweep out a saloon, I’ll do anything. I’ve just got to make good right here in order to gratify my one ambition.”
“And what’s that?” Henry said...
34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 14
WHEN THE RED KING AWAKES
MILK’S ABOUT TO SOUR
NEVER CROSSED YOUR MIND
ALANAH L MUIR
SNAKES IN THE CANE
WILLIAM R STODDART
SOME THINGS SACRED
A CALL FOR DADDY
ON THE BEACH