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56The Kiss
I think they were from Alabama, the Watsons. The mother, wide and fleshy, was a good deal taller than her husband; he, thin and nervous, was a dead ringer for the famous Jack Sprat and spent most of...
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57BUGSY'S
Bugsy of course was not his real name but what else were you going to call him if you were never introduced? Anyway, in a joking sort of way that is what everybody called him and he always took it...
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54BILL
In my parents’ bedroom on a red-painted chest of drawers by the bed is a photo, in a rather simple frame, of my uncle, my mother’s brother Bill, whom we did not know very well, if at all. We had...
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53THE PICNIC
As an orange sun caught between the branches of the tall pines of the park, amidst moist air and solemn green, day inclined toward night. Before long, it seemed that all the birds of Texas had...
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65Buck Wynn
It was a ranch about fifty miles southwest of Austin. That’s where Buck Wynn lived with his cattle and small four-seater Cessna, a plane that sawed like a gnat through the infinite sky above the...
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53JUST LIKE CHESLEY
There was a time when I wanted to be like Chesley, until I realized that nobody can be like anyone else, neither can nor should be. There are enough personalities to go around; no need to share. But...
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46THREE POEMS
After the storm The birds revive And dart through streets entire, Weaving air with air…light with light. My thoughts meantime, With shadows laden ...
2 comments59THE NEWCOMER
Bill Ogden lives in the house next door to ours, on the left, that is, if you’re looking from the street. The small porch is well protected from the sun, with ivy climbing up the side of the red...
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54CRISIS BY THE RIVER
It was a moment of serenity leavened with dread beside the Colorado River, where the yellowing branches of the willows had already resigned themselves to fatigue in the rushing of the surface...
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62ALICE AND JACK
Alice and Jack were friends of ours, old friends of my parents, yet new when they were finding their way in the sun-baked days of bright New Mexico in the forties. Like my father they were both...
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