King of the House

Like Roger Miller I used to be King of the Road. I knew every engineer, all of their names, and all of their children, destination Bangor, Maine, rooms to let, 50 cents. Now I am King of the House, engineering a vacuum cleaner, rooms full up of books and stuff, destination Publix, Alabama, making new friends at Jacks and local thrift stores and regularly new physicians. Living the dream. Every day is extra, another cherry on my sundae.