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Third Quarter - 2003 FICTION
It always began the same way; the birth of a spring morning, and Papa, as though officially declaring the arrival of the season that replenished his energy and fueled the anticipation in his heart, declared, "It's baseball weather! Let's get the car." Autumn whispers of leaves dancing on a gentle breeze,
Children, as they understand that change is a fuel in their bones and cells, also know that the world sometimes stands still, that last year comes again in a different guise, that what was becomes what will be. A death in the family is a command performance and no excuse suffices for not showing up -- not work, not prior commitments, not living 1,500 miles away, and certainly not the mild case of benign estrangement that had allowed me to keep my Tennessee relatives at the other end of a long distance call for years When I was 11, in 1934, Sister was 13 and Brother was 6 months, the family made a two day journey to Nashville to see President Franklin Roosevelt and his wife Eleanor in a parade. |
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