"What to hell...." he said. In a few moments he regained his strength, or, most of it, and continued on his way. There was virtually no traffic on the road. "What a shame!" he thought. The United States had spent billions of dollars on its road system and now they were virtually unused. A few large trucks hurried to and fro and a few people were lucky enough to buy or build little electric runabouts, but there was virtually no fuel for anything else. He remembered hearing a young soldier say that the only time he'd driven his tank in his three years of service, was once a month to move it twenty feet forward and back, so the gears wouldn't freeze up! He wondered how many pilots had ever been off the ground. "You never see a plane anymore, or anything."
His leisurely walk brought him to the entrance of his apartment house, and he descended the stairs.  The minute he entered the shadows his full strength returned, and he turned around and stared back out into the sunlight.  "Weird!" he said. "I've got to tell Horton about that. I've never been sun sick before!"
He descended the four flights of stairs to his apartment, entered the little livingroom, and looked over to the kitchenette. None of the presealed dinners in the cupboard appealed to him, so he sat down in his most comfortable chair and stared at the room.  There wasn't much in it; the chair he was sitting in, the small couch over which hung his proudest possession...an old movie poster that had belonged to his mother.  Mike didn't know what the movie had been about, but it must have been interesting. On the poster were two men holding shining swords and behind them a weird looking creature with big ears and eyes. "It must have been fun," thought Mike, "to be able to hop in a car, drive several miles, just to see a movie!"  They were lucky if they got a new film twice a year, to show in the cafeteria. Then it was a cheaply done, poorly acted government job, but he supposed they were better than nothing. T.v. wasn't much better. It was only on four hours a day, and an hour of that was news! He did enjoy old travel logs, though, as everybody else did. "Journeys To Adventure" was the most popular show on Saturday nights! Even if you'd seen them twenty-five times you still watched. He wondered if Australia and all those other places were still different. He remembered the kangaroos he'd seen on one show.  "Hey, that's it!" he said, "I'll sketch a kangaroo. Maybe I can sell it and get some spending money."
Mike was not a great artist, but his sketches were fair, and people liked them as decorations. His problem was to get paper and pencils. His janitorial job had proved a bonanza in this department. He had managed to find some crumpled up paper in a packing case which he had carefully pressed smooth. And in a waste can he had found a couple of pencil stubs for which he had fashioned a holder. He remembered the paper was in the binder he had made under his chair, but he couldn't find the