The Music Of The Yellow Brass
January, 1959
Even Now he could not believe it, so quickly had it happened, so unexpectedly, and after so many years. How many? Juanito tried to remember. Three. No; four. Four years of sleeping in filthy boxcars, on park benches, on the ground with only his dirt-stiffened cape for protection against the angry winds; of stealing and, when he could not steal,begging; of running in the path of impresarios ("Next year!") -- and all the long nights, dreaming. And now. Now. Now!"How do I look?"...
