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FOR A LONG TIME my father had insomnia, and so was. let sleep till all hours. "Shh" was the first word I learned, and as an injunction aimed at me, not at others on my infant behalf, and walking on tiptoe my first conception of human locomotion, gained through the slats of my crib.
After retiring at a conventional enough hour, my father would lie wide-eyed until dawn, when he would sink into a slumber lasting until noon. This gave him a tenure of sixteen hours between the sheets and eight out, more or less reversing the normal human ratio. He had an ice route with a partner named Wigbaldy, Dutchborn like himself, who bore the brunt of this dislocation, carrying on alone until with the sun high in the sky my father would appear in one or another of the Chicago alleys up which they plied their trade with horse and wagon, or what was more likely, overtake Wigbaldy at one of the many saloons they serviced, at least until Prohibition, ready for the day's first refreshment.
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