RichEisbrouch
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When Pearl Harbor was attacked, we didn’t know where Charley was. He’d been in and out of Honolulu for two-or-three years, but none of us knew exactly when because it hadn’t been important. At least, we knew the name of his ship, unlike the one Walter had been on in the first war, and we didn’t hear it named in any reports. But news was so hard to get in those first days, and then it got harder when everything was restricted. We’d hear things on the radio and see them written up in the papers. A
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Yeah, when I was younger, I used to write letters a lot, and I still write e-mails and texts as if they were letters and notes. But very few of my friends take that kind of time. It's kind of relaxing though.
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When Charley started having babies, he didn’t stop. “You’re going to be an aunt again,” he wrote, letting me know before he told anyone else in the family. That sent me scrambling through his other letters, looking for one I’d somehow forgotten to read. The one that told me Charley had gotten married. “When did you get married?” I scribbled back. But I already guessed he was playing games with me. “Didn’t I tell you?” he answered cheerfully. “The last time I was
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A friend of mine still had a hand pump for water in his family kitchen, just outside Dayton, Ohio, in 1967. I can't remember how the toilet and bathtub worked. Again, thanks for your continued support.
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Each of my children was different, almost from the beginning. And they kept changing. So something I’d say about Del one day wouldn’t be true even a week later. I learned a lot from him. I’d been around babies ever since I was little, so having one of my own seemed very ordinary. But when Del was born, nothing seemed half so important as being his mama. And I was a lot better with Joann, who was only born eight years later. In the four years when it was just Del, Martin, and me
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Thanks for the comments. Good to know. I suspected that would happen because the genre has fairly strict expectations. That's why I kept this short. I can't say anything more because of other readers.
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And yet other people prefer the familiarity and reassurance of small towns -- and knowing everyone around you and being happy in a routine. Personally, I like that comfort, while also knowing there's a larger world and staying loosely in touch with it.
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Owen called it exactly right – because nothing new happened for almost the next two months. Elena looked for reports of the shooter every day, but none appeared, not from any of the stations or campuses from Springfield to Greenfield or Westfield to Amherst. Certainly nothing happened in Waldron, or Elena would have known it. Even the UMass Nerf battles gave way as fall football season ended, temperatures cooled, and students started to wear heavier clothes. “It’s more like armor,”
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For a while, Dougie joked, all I seemed to do was have babies and go to my nieces’ weddings. In and around helping run the farm, of course. Sonny’s older daughter got married shortly before my second son, Neal, was born. Then his younger daughter surprised everyone and got married at seventeen. Sonny and Ruth took it with a shrug. “Jack’s a nice boy,” Ruth said, “and I’m sure he’ll do well. Besides, Madeline’s finished with high school. So it seems a good time.”
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That may be entirely personal.
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That would make the shooter kind of a nut, and I'm not sure that's a good way to draw attention to a good cause.
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Aw, who could dislike harmless little college kids?
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Thanks.
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The Springfield TV stations were extremely helpful, and the Internet picked up from there. One of the stations even started with a sketch of what the shooter might look like, though there was a bit too much guerilla streetfighter in her: Long, dark brown hair pulled straight back and ending in a braid that curled in front of her shoulder. Camouflage jacket open over an olive drab T-shirt. Tight camo pants ending in heavy brown hiking boots. A second station softened that image some, with the sho
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Interesting. Thanks. But since these are part of the plot, I can't comment.
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About what? This is important. It can be improved.
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Hopefully not a noose.
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That's what the gang is hoping for -- that slip up.
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Ike is talking about the Nerf bullets, not the original tattoo targets.
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That's one of the leading considerations.
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Good thought. Though, so far, no unlucky reactions.
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That's being worked on. Thanks.
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There is that danger.
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That's certainly what his parents think.
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It seems so.
