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“Surely, I’ll be dead by then,” I said as I reached for the calculator

A helmet of synthetic hair that I kept on a Styrofoam wig stand

A sort of homey, old-fashioned feeling of being in an outdoor room

Spring and the beginning of summer have a too-quick quality in this and other ways

Mary calls it paradise

Karaoke night at M.J. Dowling’s

It is something akin to a miracle that it has lasted the eight years or so that it’s been mine

On July 2, 1917, the city of East St. Louis exploded in the worst racial rioting the country had ever seen

I’ve belonged to a union only once, yet have always been a fan

A false reality that stands between us and our realization of the oneness of all and everything