The next day a friend from out of town calls, finds their predicament, and said to the mother, “Inez, let us forget it. Let us go to the park and get on a boat. I’ll take you. You have no money, but we’ll have a little fun for an hour.” So off they go rowing in Central Park. As they are coming ashore a boat is behind them. He’s not a good boats man. He comes with all of his might and she, to protect her boat, sticks her hand out and it’s crushed. Not injured seriously but crushed…there was a little blood. It’s an obvious injury. So the attendant comes over, examines the hand, takes her name, takes her address, sends her out an adjuster from the city. They’re insured against all these things. They’re not going to court, no suit, gave her $300 for her little injury. She hadn’t seen $300 in years. One time she was big in the theatrical world, she and her husband. They were dancers, went from one show to the other and then came the dive. And here was this little injury, twenty-four hours after we played a little game. She could play it with me and save her little Nineveh, saved the family. They were paying very small rent—I am going back to the Depression days, back in the 30s—and the five of them lived in a small, little unit and still only paid $40 a month, a walk-up, yes. But that story I know.806 ¶24