Reflections on a Common Man's Life

I remember my old man. I think that they would have called him sort of a little man, a common man.

He didn't consider himself that way. You know what he was? He was a streetcar motorman first.

And then he was a farmer. And then he had a lemon ranch. It was the poorest lemon ranch in California, I can assure you.

He sold it before they found oil on it. And then he was a grocer.

But he was a great man. Because he did his job. And every job counts, up to the hilt, regardless of what happened.