I was not helping a woman walk.

I had been walking, six days a week, in front of a specific piece of information, so that nobody could see it.

I did nothing about it.

I want that in its own line because it is the center of this account and because everything before it is prologue and everything after it is consequence.

I landed at Westchester, and I got in a car, and I went to work the next morning, and I did the job for another seven months, and in that time I did it better than I had done it before, because by then I had a system.

People ask why.