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The Scavenger Thing

I’M A VULTURE. As you can tell by my long black feathers and bald, red, head, I don’t mean it in a figurative sense. Why not? Are vultures…

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Miss

Play. It was down as a four but I had hopes of making one under. I swung the driver a couple of times before committing myself. The wind…

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Friends in Blood

WITH A KNIFE IN MY LITTLE HANDS, I was able to take the new TV remote control apart. I was checking all the elements, the green electronic board,…

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We Are Everywhere!

IF CLICHÉS PROVE TO BE TRUE, then history is written by the victors. And keeping true to clichés, this victor-written history is scrawled on the walls. However, if…

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Dispatches from the City of Children

1 THERE ARE FIFTY TO A HUNDRED CHILDREN hammering at the door to my apartment. I can’t count them. They stuck chewing gum over the peephole. I can…

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Becoming Disabled

SINCE I HAD PROBLEMS AT MY BIRTH, which no one could prevent in 1970, I have lived with the stigma of a person with physical disabilities. Many people,…

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Don’t You Just Hate Oh-So-Fateful Days

HERE IS A STORY as I remember it told to me in my childhood, and please do note that the keyword in that sentence is REMEMBER. ••• There…

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A Kind of Family

IN 1954, I WAS A NINE-YEAR-OLD ALTAR BOY at our local Catholic Church. If you don’t know what an altar boy is, he’s the young fellow that kneels…

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The Other Things in the Blood

MR ADESINA, whose trousers were always dirty at the pockets and the buttocks, but still so ironed that the buttocks shone, was the inter-science and biology teacher who…

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On TV Pan Cakes Today

—TODAY, SAID FATHER DWYER FROM THE TV, his ruddy cheeks glowing, masterfully powdered up by Crisis Johnson the makeup technician, looking like a chipmunk, Today, we will learn…

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