I already have a good idea whom I'm looking for. He's an average man with maybe a wife and a couple of kids, driving last year's car and living in a house that isn't all paid for. He likes TV and he drinks beer and he's drummed up a hell of a lot of interest in baseball games. He probably wears blue serge and white shirts and small figured ties and silk socks and black shoes. Maybe he even wears a hat, he's probably that age.
And I think there's even a good chance he's reading this magazine. It's become pretty popular, it's the thing to do.
But it isn't going to do any good to run or hide or doubt your friends. Someday I'm going to find you.