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My first collision with fame was hardly memorable. I was a busboy at Marx's Deli. The year was 1934. The place was Third and Hill, Los Angeles. I was twenty-one years old, living in a world bounded on the west by Bunker Hill, on the east by Los Angeles Street, on the south by Pershing Square, and on the north by Civic Center. I was a busboy nonpareil, with great verve and style for the profession, and though I was dreadfully underpaid (one dollar a day plus meals) I attracted considerable attention as I whirled from table to table, balancing a tray on one hand, and eliciting smiles from my customers. I had something else beside a waiter's skill to offer my patrons, for I was also a writer.
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Dreams from Bunker Hill, John Fante
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- Released
- 1982
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- Title
- Dreams from Bunker Hill
- Language
- English
- Authors
- John Fante
- Publisher
- Black Sparrow Press
- Released
- 1982
- Format
- Paperback
- Pages
- 152
- ISBN10
- 0876855281
- ISBN13
- 9780876855287
- Tags
- Fiction, Poetry, Humor, Love, Women, Classics, USA, American Literature, Faith, America, Money, Hope, Writers, Success, Hollywood, Romantic Relationships, Sad, Americana, 1930s, Filming
- First published
- 1982
- Original title
- Dreams from Bunker Hill
- Rating
- 4.15 out of 5
- Description
- My first collision with fame was hardly memorable. I was a busboy at Marx's Deli. The year was 1934. The place was Third and Hill, Los Angeles. I was twenty-one years old, living in a world bounded on the west by Bunker Hill, on the east by Los Angeles Street, on the south by Pershing Square, and on the north by Civic Center. I was a busboy nonpareil, with great verve and style for the profession, and though I was dreadfully underpaid (one dollar a day plus meals) I attracted considerable attention as I whirled from table to table, balancing a tray on one hand, and eliciting smiles from my customers. I had something else beside a waiter's skill to offer my patrons, for I was also a writer.