When I got out of the service in 1962 I went and lived in San Jose where the smog did not burn my eyes as it did in Los Angeles. I got a job at a car wash and lived on Topeka Avenue. I used to go downtown San Jose and go to the show or eat out. One of the things I saw (plus the young lady in her soiled white wedding dress (recurring theme on my trips to San Jose)) was young muscled men in their 30’s pushing wheel-barrows of cement up an incline to the third floor of a new construction in downtown San Jose.
I had a one room apartment with a kitchen in back; I kept the place spotless scrubbing it clean as a whistle and waxing the floors on my hands and knees.