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We've got to move these refrigerators. We've got to move these color tvs. For reasons unknown I received a copy of The Sun. Some say whatever I tell you three times is true. Around my house if you want to see something true it’s on the refrigerator. Tyler Clementi Father commissioned a distant cousin to paint a picture of his vision of the Iowa farm. He had roved the countryside and photographed the perfect barn, the just right silo, the windmill, a road worn in the prairie grass leading to the homestead. That was probably Uncle Howard and Aunt Hattie’s place. It’s the only place I ever saw a gopher’s tunnels much less a gopher trap. It was explained to me that when the animal passed beneath it a spring would be triggered that would drive steel blades into the earth and pierce and kill the gopher. I never saw the gopher. Perhaps that’s why. Years later I returned the painting to the artist. I did a sketch of the painting made from his photos and memories. It’s there. Gene Cranick “For want of a nail the shoe was lost.” They were there. They watched his home burn to the ground. I guess they thought they were making a point, an object lesson. Who wants to be the point, the object of a lesson? Not me. He’s there. Mark Carson That Christmas potluck was on 12/12/7. There are nine names on the list. Only two are dead that I know of for sure. Pork roast. Champagne. Red Jell-O salad. Those little chocolate bottles with real liquor inside. Seafood casserole. Green salad. Cheesecake. Mashed potatoes and gravy. What was the vegetable dish? Most of the rest have wandered away. There were two Marks that day. Bread I suppose. I’m still here. I should return those flutes. After all, she stayed and helped with the dishes. We finished most of the champagne. Raspberry champagne, a local vintner. Carlos Vigil I can’t believe it. I forgot to have children. Climb up on my knee, sonny boy. Your buddy misses you. We now return to our regular programming which is already in progress.