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An hour later ,good soil was being spread by men in big machines, men who were not used to working for free. They were working for free . I stood there and watched. By noon cement had being poured for a tennis court. Before the sun went down a basketeball court was done. Many people worked all night. On saturday morning, a crowd of several hundred people came to work, black and white, old and young. They planted trees and grass ,and made paths, and places to seat. By sunday afternoon, the park was finished . I went back there more than 20 years later, in the shade of the trees, which were now very tall, people were sitting and playing in the park. I thought back to the weekend the park was built . A black man had looked around and said,"This is the best thing that has happened since I came to Reno." He did not mean the park itself , he meant building the park. In that first year on the road , I fell in love with my native land . I rode the wabash trains through the Indiana. I rode the Delta Queen paddle wheel steamboat down the ohio river. I rode the cable cars up and down the hills of San Francisco. I spent time among Pennsylvania Dutch farmers in curchtown,** and Greek sponge fishermen in Tarpon springs, Florida. I met M.C. Pinkstaff, the roadside poet of Gordon Junction,Illinois .At his store he sold gasoline for 39 cents a gallon. And his poems for ten cents a piece. That first year I produced 47 stories from 23 states ,all of them my own discoveries. The biggest discovery of all was about myself. On the back roads of America I felt at home at last. I knew I wanted to spent the rest of my life out......
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