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• 1and not Spaniards and that they were in sad want of tobacco
• 2a shoe manufacturer in New Hampshire. Conrad and Falba
• 3darkness fell, I told him I had to go back home to Little
• 4back then, some level of racial interaction was inevitable
• 5moving westward. Then, one day, he announced that half
• 6way they retrieved shot birds. Lots of people would come
• 7from a washtub into the soil around the melons and watching
• 8like them back then. The guy pumping your gas might have
• 9and not Spaniards and that they were in sad want of tobacco
• 10And I used to play in the backyard with a boy whose yard
• 11Besides my grandfathers store, my neighborhood provided
• 12them new immigrants, which is why I tried as President
• 13gruffly, explaining that he had always been fond of the
• 14to be interested in a subject I began to learn about so
• 15five. He held my hand and we posed for a picture. Hes in
• 16for supper, and I would sleep in the backseat of the car.
• 17indigo came next in value; then capsicum, old clothes,
• 18have television until the mid- to late 1950s. They went
• 19feel them. When I grew up and got into politics, I always
• 20stick houses like theirs dug a hole in the ground for a
• 21then directed the ray of the little lamp toward the further
• 22southerner without a racist bone in his body. Thats exactly
• 23Falbas donut shop and regaling a whole new generation of
• 24some of his old account books from the grocery store with
• 25her arms, and laughed shrilly, insanely. Then she turned
• 26of the town in the early fifties when the community sent
• 27at his house, where his wife, Lisa, taught Chelsea to swim.
• 28that I really loved: he ran a little grocery store, and
• 29Indian family, who had come to trade in a canoe from Caylen,
• 30car-tag increase, I probably wouldnt have lost my first
• 31are great women who laugh through their tears and never
• 32with a cowboy, had two boys, divorced, and moved home,
• 33the catacombs. Max glanced at the white face of Helen Cumberly,
• 34She recalled that he had told her that good people who
• 35were the primary members of my extended family. Buddy and
• 36great-uncle Carl Russell, and most of all, my great-uncle
• 37To his host he explained that he was moving his safari
• 38Friday when my grandfather came home from work and broke
• 39of them. All my kinfolks could tell a story, making simple
• 40And I used to play in the backyard with a boy whose yard
• 41gangway above which lowered a green and rotting wooden
• 42way up, looking old as the hills, straight out of American
• 43in Hope lived near the cemetery, across the road from where
• 44funny, sometimes sad, usually sympathetic, always understanding.
• 45The other he ordered straight westward with orders to halt
• 46who collected strange creatures, and once he invited me
• 47Yale Law School lounge bragging to skeptical fellow students
• 48Though he had a very limited education, Buddy had a fine
• 49Into the disc of light, leaped, fantastic, the witch figure
• 50got him out of the house and reminded him of the mill work