Help me now thumb through this worn directory,
The years have passed and I cannot catch the letters of his name.
I know he's here, an M, perhaps an N;
Look for San Francisco, a thoughtful way to arrange the details.
I see only his tall frame, large-shoulders, round face and already a close 
crew cut
A strong voice as I recall, mostly cheerful but always serious
Probably a B, perhaps an A.
Look, here are the Mack boys, brothers;
I knew them not,
One's name sits below the other:
One was not enough.
Martinez.
More.