Sunday, August 21, 2016

Hawk Season Notebook #226



Hawk Season Notebook #226

In the old days, there were ladders and reindeer on Christmas Eve. Other children had roots. School was Ground Zero... with weekly civil defense drills. You and your classmates went fetal under your desks, teachers instructing, Cover your eyes against the blast flash. In the old days, the next messiah did not require a scalpel or ghost writers or recycled wedding rice. On Christmas Eve you watched a stepfather's home movies: public stonings, raggedy people eating stewed cat, elevators dropping down shafts for miles and miles. Laugh-track screamer films. School lunch was always a bowl of reheated orange spaghetti. You asked, and no one could explain, where the spaghetti had been heated the first time.

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