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  • The Airborne Pony Express

    There is a stratum of history beneath our feet. These are the shoulders that we stand on. Layer upon layer, lives upon lives, replete with stress and fracture, as each generation that has passed before has tried to make the world a better place for...
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  • The view from Dealey Plaza

    We are in Mrs. Schultz’s seventh grade math class, the period right before lunch. Less than a week away, Thanksgiving beckons with promises of days off. Whatever concentration remains that morning evaporates when our teacher is called unexpectedly away. Through a thick haze of 50...
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  • Nemesis

    Every superhero has an avowed archrival, polar-opposite but equal to our costumed protagonist. Batman has his Joker. The inimitable Lex Luthor is forever locked in battle with the Man of Steel. And, lest we forget, our friendly neighborhood Spiderman, hands-to-throat with whomever Sony thinks will...
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  • Why, yes — I am ‘retired’

    I didn’t slip into retirement, as much as fall into it. There was no gold watch, nor brass ring, just a wooden nickel slipped into my hand by a declining economy. One moment I’m riding the gravy train, next thing I knew I was huffing...
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