Autobiography of the author's immigrant days in St. Louis, in Montana -- a gentle, sincere affirmation of faith in America, pointed up with a gay sense of the ridiculous, the humorous, and a nice way with sentiment. His newness, greenness, that resulted in many odd introductions to American ways of life, of speech, of thinking. Of Macedonian birth, working at the Terminal with his father, he broke through immigrant circles to make his own discoveries about the people around him, developed his ability with the language that helped him fuse (as well as sometimes confuse) his feelings for his new country. The physical bonds grew stronger, as lineman on the Great Northern Railroad in Montana he learned to know more of the country, and burying his father there made a real bond to his new land. The intricacies of Americanization, the adoption of a new homeland with whole heart and mind, this has some of the appeal of the Papashvily without the farcical touches.