A young imagination is bold likes to make bigger leaps. It likes to well imagine that the dustbuster is a dinosaur that the computer mouse is a hotrod that the box is a cave that the rawhide is a torch... or a baton... or something.
I love the excess of Christmas. The shopping season that begins in September...
Television contracts the imagination and radio expands it.
Space and light and order. Those are the things that men need just as much as they need bread or a place to sleep.
