Old Joe and his son Tonywere on their way to theWhite River to catchsome fish.They started on the triplong before the sun came up.OldJoe drove the car.Tony slept inthe back seat.Joe enjoyed looking at theempty city streets in the earlymorning.The cool wind blewpieces of paper across the darkroad.These days he often felt asempty as the streets.As he grew Old Joe and his son Tonywere on their way to theWhite River to catchsome fish.They started on the triplong before the sun came up.OldJoe drove the car.Tony slept inthe back seat. Joe enjoyed looking at theempty city streets in the earlymorning.The. cool wind blewpieces of paper across the darkroad.These days he often felt asempty as the streets. As he grew