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Speedy Gonzales Escapes Atlantic CityIt was the summer of 1971 – the end of summer, to be exact. Sleep-away camp was over for his two older bothers. He and his sister had finished with day camp. His parents seized that glorious week of free time to go away as a family. That summer they went to Atlantic City. Moroccan EyesThere is a girl, a tragically beautiful girl, no more than 5 years old. Too concerned with the other comparatively wealthy tourists, she cannot focus on the meager task of posing for a picture. Yet the anticipation of a profit in whatever amount keeps her from running away. Plans of World DominationOn a napkin or two he outlined his plans for world domination. No kidding. It was a plan that was anti-Western culture: The need for Middle Eastern oil would fund the West’s downfall. The revolution did not respect borders. The Shah would only be the first to go. Straining to SmileHe was standing, mouth open, asking everybody what happened, telling those who asked he didn’t know how she got in front of his truck on a 50-mile-an-hour highway. He could not bend down to where she was, could not step across the ditch where she’d been throw. The End of the AffairWas her Duke degree worth it? - she asks herself as she shivers at night next to her boyfriend, using him as she would a body pillow and/or electrical blanket, due to the rising energy costs. To her, the answer is yes, but the rest of the world appears to think differently. The Ivan Denisovich GambitShe finally found a job walking an arthritic old lady around town on errands. The job paid well since she had been wealthy in her younger years and now had time to stroll about, smell stuff, eat steaks, smoke cigarettes, and drink homemade martinis. Sharing Mother’s ClosetFor eight years he lived in the closet, sitting quietly through class discussions about homosexuality and lying about his mom and the boyfriends he said she had. When friends joked or put someone down by saying they were “gay” or “queer,” he laughed. First Shooting StarAt the lakehouse, moments are measured by light and dark, the sun, the moon, the stars, and time is a forgotten concept. One night, just after the gleaming, they walked in processional down to the dock. Her father led in the far distance, to prepare what needed to be prepared. Tags: adolescence, Vermont
Hanging Out with NixonHe landed in the elevator and the gate slid shut like butter. The carved iron lift trestle of the state house closed a millimeter from his nose. He was in with Nelson Rockefeller and John Volpe. He expected with gloomy resignation to be shot as soon as the gate opened. The Long Walk HomeHe doesn’t know if he believes in God as a Christian or a Catholic would have him, or in Buddhist’s logic or in the colorful lot feared and praised around the world. But there are some things that cannot be denied, as much as he’d like to see them figment or fiction.   |
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