“So do I,”the boy said.“Now I must get your sardines and mine and your fresh baits.He brings our gear himself.He never wants anyone to carry anything.”
“He sent two beers.”
“Age is my alarm clock,”the old man said.“ Why do old men wake so early?Is it to have one longer day?”
“I know.You told me.”
“Do you want coffee?”the boy asked.
“We're different,”the old man said.“I let you carry things when you were five years old.”
“The great Sisler's father was never poor and he,the father,was playing in the big leagues when he was my age.”
“That's very kind of you,”the old man said.“Should we eat?”
“I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing,”the old man said.“ They say his father was a fisherman.Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.”