Iwent out for a bite to eat here in Springfield and had to arm-wrestle the waitress at the Toddle Hou uggage carriers and lug them to the post office which was several blocks away (and I’ mnot exactly in my first youth any more). My head ached hideously. What kind of lives could these people live? What awful hatred for therest of the human race did they harbor? What black pools of emotion had been tap
It struck me how strange it was: allday in a land where music is supposed to be second nature, I hadn’t heard any live music made by thepeople. And though I know you won’ t, I would be remiss if I did not suggest that at this holiest of holidaytimes, whether it be Christmas or Channukah, that you light one extra candle this year. they polished fire engines, they sat on benches reading, they washedwindows and pruned bushes, they tipped their Not only does the Author do his best to prevent a fellow American from becoming just anotherstatistic, s
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