H I! MY name's Sam. What's yours?" I asked as I bounced onto the beat-up seat beside him. I settled my paper bag on one side where I could keep it from falling into the dirty aisle and popped my fist into my old catcher's mitt.
Sketch: Vol. 33
, Article 5.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol33/iss3/5