But tonight, as he began to walk the nineteen blocks to the row house he rented, Walter felt resentful that he couldn't afford a car.
A light snow began to fall just as he was walking by a shantytown, where women and children huddled together under cardboard roofs and men searched for anything they could burn.
By the time he got home, Walter felt grateful to kiss his wife and children good night as they slept in their beds.