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Striking a Chord
The first intimations we got of the atmosphere in beer joints…
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Goot Knew
The main thing that kept us boys in line at school was the threat…
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Bermuda Shorts—1968
The best part of me lives for the rhythms of summer, in the neon…
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The Next Breath
Once, in the sixth or seventh grade, my father took me to a high…
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Center of the Heavens
All I wanted in high school was a date with Francine Little,…
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My Pillar Fire
It was the year everything changed. Childhood was ending. We…
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Boys and Their Toys
My most frequent companion in high school was an automobile,…