I lived with my divorced mother in a second floor studio apartment in Oakland, California. Mom commuted every morning to San Francisco where she worked as a cook at the terminal and return home at 5 PM. I would ride my bicycle to school after she left for work in the morning. Despite the small apartment the kitchen was large enough for mom to prepare wonderful meals for us. I always had some kind of after school and Saturday job to help out financially. I can remember my mother counting her tips when she sometimes worked as a waitress instead of a cook. I became a fairly generous Tipper as an adult because of this. I worked at a Launderette, Payless Super Market, Oakland Tribune Circulation, Piedmont Theatre. Seems so strange that where I now live is about the same size as the Oakland apartment.