Henry use to have a job, a one bedroom apartment, one dog, and a girlfriend. That was before Hell come home. Now he had a megaphone and a state map. And, binoculars. Life was suppossed to get better, easier. But these days the definition of wisdom was sitting still and watching out of a big wall of glass attached to the foundation of some diner.

He woke up in the middle of the night several times. One time was to go to the bathroom, and another time was to go to the bathroom to read under the dim light. He looked at the car sales manual called AutoCars for a little while and went back to his booth. The other few times were because he could not sleep. But, he didn't see if anyone else was alert.

Then, dawn came. He was lying still in his booth bed. They started talking about breakfast and coffee, and he arose slowly because his bed was uncomfortable. So, he woke up and yawned and do a few stretches and looked at the people. He said, "I need some coffee so bad. And if we still have any biscuits I want one."

He wasn't trying to be impolite or greedy, but the times had hardened him and his manners. He said, "I prefer the coffee if somebody else wants the bread."