On December 23, 1948, my boat landed in New York. I was glad to be back. (Well I was pretty much glad to be anywhere after that).
Later on, I took a train to New Orleans with only $32.15 in my pocket. I didn't have a job, I couldn't drive a car and I had broken English. Since it had been nine years since my last job as a dentist technician, a Jewish doctor, whom I was reccomended to converse with, suggested I take a job as a shoes saleman.