Eventually, of course, it became – living there – became, not suffocating, but… I thought I could do more, I thought there must be more. There must be more… What are all these other Americans like, you know? You can put that question several ways; what are Christians like? And I had my Whitey, my friend down the street, and I had the… Tony next door and… but I couldn't piece it together, I didn't know. It was a blank; it was a great blank. America was a blank for me and I wanted very much when I got to be 16 to get out into what I called America. Not that I didn't think our neighborhood was America, but it was one America and there were loads of Americas. I read about them in Sherwood Anderson, I read about them in Theodore Dreiser, I read about them in Thomas Wolfe, and through those books that I read, because my brother brought that newspaper home, through those books I read, I wanted to get out into the big thing, and I wasn't alone… I wasn't alone.