A hundred dollars may take care of the jackhammer but it won't make up for the upset in work schedule, nor for the men's waste of time and travel. Plus he perceives the plight of the young man pincered between the whiplash of his boss and humanitarian demand made on him. Jubilant young man. But for a glimpse the old man has had of the new breed, Hollywood-educated. A world and a new generation under the spell of fools.
Shadows criss-cross the heart of the old man, shadows of circling birds of pray.
An hour spirals down the drain of the day. Well, gentlemen, no baby yet. He exhibits the great concrete slab cracked like a parched piece of desert or the face of a dead planet. Again the old man confronts the young man. Young man baffled.