[earlier days, part three.]
He's got to admit it: he likes it here.
Take that however you want -- "here" as in the flourishing America, "here" as in New York, "here" as in the little speck of land right by a bronze statue of a lady with a torch. The port of entry on Ellis Island hasn't been around too long by now, maybe three or four years, but he finds he keeps turning up at the place to spend a couple days here and there watching the tide of newcomers roll inland.
And, you know. Maybe give a little bit of a helping hand when he wants.
Leaning against an out of the way pillar, he takes a bite of a pastry he picked up at one of the bakeries over on the mainland. An immigration official drops the papers of the man he's serving, to cries of dismay and a mild bit of pandemonium.
If, by the time they're picked up and reordered, a couple lines of text on those papers have altered juuuuust enough to give the guy clear passage when he otherwise would've been tossed out on his ass? Hey, it's a big port. Nobody's gonna notice.
Take that however you want -- "here" as in the flourishing America, "here" as in New York, "here" as in the little speck of land right by a bronze statue of a lady with a torch. The port of entry on Ellis Island hasn't been around too long by now, maybe three or four years, but he finds he keeps turning up at the place to spend a couple days here and there watching the tide of newcomers roll inland.
And, you know. Maybe give a little bit of a helping hand when he wants.
Leaning against an out of the way pillar, he takes a bite of a pastry he picked up at one of the bakeries over on the mainland. An immigration official drops the papers of the man he's serving, to cries of dismay and a mild bit of pandemonium.
If, by the time they're picked up and reordered, a couple lines of text on those papers have altered juuuuust enough to give the guy clear passage when he otherwise would've been tossed out on his ass? Hey, it's a big port. Nobody's gonna notice.