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Circa 1956

When the world was small my heroes were big living on a 12’’ screen the telephone operator knew me by name when the party line was open and free on Tuesdays it was the bread man on Wednesdays came meat Friday mornings the Fuller Brush man rang twice Saturdays were baseball, bleacher seats for a buck and on Sunday to church on my bike when on Monday the Nun asked where the black eye was from I smiled and said “ran into a door” while all the while knowing this was the time of my life —a time when the world was so small (Conshohocken Pennsylvania: March, 2021)

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