Dreams from Bunker Hill

My first collision with fame was hardly memorable. I was a busboy at Marx''s Deli. The year was 1934. The place was Third and Hill Los Angeles. I was twenty-one years old living in a world bounded on the west by Bunker Hill on the east by Los Angeles Street on the south by Pershing Square and on the north by Civic Center. I was a busboy nonpareil with great verve and style for the profession and though I was dreadfully underpaid (one dollar a day plus meals) I attracted considerable attention as I whirled from table to table balancing a tray on one hand and eliciting smiles from my customers. I had something else beside a waiter''s skill to offer my patrons for I was also a writer.