Harry’s closet takes him back to 1937 where his social security income buys cheaper
oranges, treats for his friend Manny, and possibly a companionable man for his jaded
granddaughter Jackie.
Harry bought a pair of socks, thick gray wool, for 89 cents. When the man took his
dollar, Harry held his breath: each first time made a little pip in his stomach. But on
one ever looked at the dates of old bills. He bought two oranges for five cents each, and
then, thinking of Manny, bought a third. At a candystore he bought
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and His Battle Aces for fifteen cents. At The Collector’s Cozy in the other time
they would gladly give him thirty dollars for it. Finally, he bought a cherry Coke for a
nickel and headed towards the park.