200 S. Illinois St.


Falling onto the culvert, feeling flustered, then, throbbing, then, that embarrassment all boys feel. And their overpowering presence – LOL – looming over me. Dad slaphappy, bent over with laughter. And I , I , sat on that sizeable concrete culvert, crumpled by clumsiness, began to whine (little boys don’t shed tears, not in my family). But my mother laughed so hard, she peed herself. “my clumsy son has fallen in the ditch,” she crows. But, I was six years old and smoldering.

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