Leroy Martin had a fullling Saturday. He reviewed the details, enjoying his weekend once again as he walked down the middle of Central Avenue on a cold, very early Sunday morning. It had been a good trip, a great experience. His much-prayed-for dream was nally coming true. He was on his way. e audition went very well, despite his handicap. Yes, he was overcoming! And spending time with Clarence in his small apartment had always been special. He continued walking west, his hands in his pockets, carrying his black bag over his le‚ shoulder, leaning forward with his cap pulled over his ears and his eyes down. A cold wind blew steadily in his face. Snow still covered the ground. e pavement was dry. He continued talking to himself, walking down the road’s double yellow line.