They looked at me like I’d killed their grandma. Or at least stolen their candy. In truth, I’d tried to save them from the machine
Columns--a.k.a. My Latest Pen Nibs
Ugghh! The draft. Not the football one. Or the one that sends young men to war. But the written one that sits for days, weeks,
I wanted to be her Valentine. A wonderful group of college peers had pulled together enough cash to let me fly home to see her.
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