Frank M. Robinson

Frank M. Robinson

Summary

Portrait of Frank M. Robinson Frank M. Robinson You Don't Walk Alone

You can see them on the street-car on their way to work. Half will sit with blank stares on their faces, reading the transitads, while the other half will sit with their noses buried in their papers. Watch them. If they looked alike you'd be reminded of the rockettes on the stage of the RCA Music Hall. Or walk into a bar when the fights are on and watch the customers with their faces glued to the TV sets. All with their glasses of beer in the right hand, all with the same rapt expressions on their faces.
You see, they're imitating human beings. And they've got an organization.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Frank M. Robinson Frank M. Robinson You Don't Walk Alone

The young man with the bus had gone there earlier that evening to pick up his passengers.
The bus driver. The bus driver who had reminded me of a hundred other people I had known. Or two hundred. Or a thousand. And his curious-faced passengers, none of whom had gotten out to stretch their legs or buy a candy bar or chance a nickel in the coke machine or take advantage of the pause that refreshes.
I looked round the clearing again. Before they had gotten on the bus, they had changed clothes and then ... they had had a picnic.
Source: Gutenberg

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