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Johnny can’t smell - Part XI

The customer sipped his coffee as Johnny made change. He made a face and handed back the coffee complaining, “this isn’t what I ordered. Smell it!” She remade the drink correctly and apologized saying, “my bad. It’s on me today.”…

Sometimes as an Antidote to Fear of Death I Eat the Stars - Part VII

Rebecca Elson. Part VII When we wrestled as 8th graders on the verdant or muddy yard at the corner of North Washington and Green Ridge streets in Scranton in 1967, if Timmy or Danny got you in a headlock, you knew you were toast and you yelled…