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Quiet Desperation Don Newlander and his fifteen-year-old son, Carl, studied the menu at CJ’s Diner as if decoding a secret message. The table was still wet from where the waitress had wiped it down and a remainder from the last customer’s meal, perhaps a bit of cornmeal stuffing, rested next to the napkin dispenser. Don flicked it with his index finger and let it stick on the wall behind the table. He wanted to talk to his son, say something wise and reassuring, but the menu covered Carl’s face. The waitress, a bleached blonde with heavy...
One Hell of a Crazy Morning The craziness began when I woke up and quit my job. I had no idea what I was dreaming because as soon as my eyes popped open the dream dissolved like melting images in a Dali painting. Without thinking, I grabbed my cellphone from my nightstand and speed dialed my supervisor to tell him I was quitting my job. Tom is also a friend and he offered me his honest reaction. "Go to hell, Robert. It's 4:30 in the damn morning." I thanked him for the time of day. "The reason I'm quitting," I said, "is becau...
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A few days after I moved to Atlanta about twenty years ago, I came home from my new teaching job at Georgia State to find my grass mowed and a lanky white man in his sixties wearing overalls and a straw hat, trimming my hedges. "What are you doing?" I asked, jumping out of my car. My Chicago cynicism was showing. Why would a white man be mowing the lawn of a single black woman? He took off his straw hat, displaying the remnants of white hair combed straight across his pink scalp, and offered a theatrical bow f...
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