As I was sweeping the road down our block this afternoon I thought to myself,  "Isn’t this a wonderful land of opportunity?  Where else in the world would I be given the opportunity to be a street sweeper.  In my own country they would protest:  "No, no," they’d cry, "you can’t do that!  You are a senior, and old-age pensioner.  You  have done your bit.  You should be sitting in the sun with your slippers and pipe, reading a good book."  But no, instead I am improving myself, self-actualizing, doing a job no one else will do.  Isn’t it a great chance to build my character and and place my foot at the bottom of the ladder onward and upwards toward the American dream?"