The rain is pouring. It is soaking into my thin soles of the sneakers I found on the side of the road. The sloshing continues with every step I take. Right then, I wish for rain boots. I didn’t used to be this way I swear. I used to be able to provide for my children. I used to be a good father and husband, full of hope and happiness. Even though Roosevelt just passed the Wagner National Labor Relations Act (Fact sheet), union authority doesn’t necessarily solve my problems. Our only real concern throughout the day is what we are going to eat to stay alive. Let me backtrack. I just graduated with my law degree and was looking for a place to work. After searching long and hard, Goodwin Procter served me good. Man, I had it made, a job and a sexy degree not to mention I was rolling in dough. And then all I needed was a girl, I found her. Marie, boy she’s a looker. Impressed with my college degree her other boyfriends never had, it was love at first sight. This was during the same time when the first flight to the North Pole just happened. Floyd Bennett and Richard Byrd got the damn medal of honor alright. Two seconds later and before I knew it, Marie was pregnant with our second child. A blessing in disguise was what that was. Each year our babies grew we’d donate all their old clothes and toys, you know to give back. Now, it seems that we’re the charity But I am still not finished. All my buddies at the firm kept talking big about their investments in the NYSE so I gave it a go. Eventually, my investments tripled and I became an even richer man. I can’t believe that was just 5 years ago. But as you already know, something happened and I lost everything. Suddenly, by the end of October 1929, it crashed. First the stock market, then my life. My investments were gone and I soon got a call a few months later telling me Goodwin Procter went under. Apparently, it managed a bank that failed and that was it, I was a fritz. Now, time goes by all too slow and ignoring the piles of eviction notices have become a daily routine (Cinderella Man). A couple months ago, before the Wagner Natio