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  • Plastic Man, 1953.

There was a bird. It was a robin redbreast, hopping around on the dry grass, pecking at dead leaves and dirt. There was also a boy of about four or five, by himself. He had conceived, in the chill air, the idea of sneaking up behind the robin and grasping the bird by the tail.

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There was a bird. It was a robin redbreast, hopping around on the dry grass, pecking at dead leaves and dirt. There was also a boy of about four or five, by himself. He had conceived, in the chill air, the idea of sneaking up behind the robin and grasping the bird by the tail.

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Children never remember the logistics and difficulties of moving. They remember living in one place, and then another. I was no different. We were in Spirit Lake, then we were in Glenrose Prairie, an unincorporated area southeast of Spokane. For the parents it is quite different. "One move is worth two fires," according to Benjamin Franklin.

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Children never remember the logistics and difficulties of moving. They remember living in one place, and then another. I was no different. We were in Spirit Lake, then we were in Glenrose Prairie, an unincorporated area southeast of Spokane. For the parents it is quite different. "One move is worth two fires," according to Benjamin Franklin.

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  • Bonubos.

During our first year in Glenrose Prairie, a family moved next door, in the house to the west. The father was a greaser, with a ducktail and fins, and a pack of camels rolled up in his short shirtsleeve. His son Dickie was a carbon copy, sans the cigarettes. Dickie was my age, and had two teenage sisters, Sherry and Pernie.

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During our first year in Glenrose Prairie, a family moved next door, in the house to the west. The father was a greaser, with a ducktail and fins, and a pack of camels rolled up in his short shirtsleeve. His son Dickie was a carbon copy, sans the cigarettes. Dickie was my age, and had two teenage sisters, Sherry and Pernie.

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