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Thursday, April 28, 2005 

Help Wanted

Ask for it by name.

Everything is dirty on top. Not nasty but grimy and a long steady rain cannot wash it away. Here is what you see at the end of the aisle - a smile and one crooked eye. There is what you see in the rearview mirror. There is a midway littered with old programs. There are the acorn girls whose heads fly away. There be dragons which drag on drooling and dreaming and dropping hints to oblivious cousins. Here be essays of my way highways that reach for the A handed off, tag team, to the last person picked. The cellophane crinkle is almost forgotten. You crack the cookie. Your head is one big barometer.

((newstereo))

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