The Humanities
Knockout
blue-eyed brunette airline
stewardess
living next door with her
eventually
affluent law-student husband.
asking
what my disserting was all about,
me:
sitting on her back steps.“Hawthorne,”
I
said. “Nathaniel Hawthorne.” “Oh,” said.
“I
see.”
Me
and Junie Harbrandt accidently
set
fire to an empty lot behind the next
door
nunnery: us smoking butts from
off
the Catholic church steps, and things
got
out of hand. My good old preacher
man
at wit’s end for a new tactic took
me
up to the attic and spanked his own
self.
“This hurts me more than it does you,
son.”
My parents thought maybe I was deaf
and
took me to a hearing-doctor for tests.
"He's
not deaf; he's just not listening to you."
We
didn't have ADD yet, people smoked
in
cars and movie theaters. Kids roller skated
without
helmets, necker knobs on steering
wheels,
no seatbelts * Dick Tracy had a 2-way
wrist
radio.
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