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Sticky Stuff
I FIRST ENCOUNTERED THE STICKY STUFF in a grocery store parking lot. I was just about to get in my car when I saw what I thought was a rather sizable chip in my windshield. That was a real problem because my car is old and foreign and, though it’s not a particularly desirable car…
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To Weigh a Ghost
THE BOY HAD GOTTEN UP to look out the window five times in as many minutes when his father told him to sit still, he was making him nervous. So the boy, all knees and elbows and anxious energy, sat on his hands in a worn recliner and tried to think patient thoughts while he…
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Daybreak Laundry
THE SUN ALWAYS WINS. By November, the threat of hurricanes usually goes away in South Florida, and the monsoon gives way to a brief patch without the daily threat of rain. It wouldn’t be fair to call this period “autumn,” let alone “winter,” mostly out of respect for every other area in the country. It…
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Recollections of a Forest Life
An Excerpt from Chapter 3 IT WAS IN VISITING THE INTERIOR that we always suffered most. I will here narrate a single circumstance which will convey a correct idea of the sufferings to which the Indians were often exposed. To collect furs of different kinds for the traders, we had to travel far into the…
Found in: Issue 5: Winter 2025