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Weatherman

WEATHERMAN before declaring a major he studied bomb making with a beautiful girl who wore tight bell-bottom jeans and assured him she knew what she was doing. SDS or Weatherman Underground he never knew, but some time near the end of the decade she disappeared after informing him he’d never get the knack of handling explosives with the respect they deserved. he went back to his structured classes, studied meteorology and became a local celebrity by predicting exactly which way the wind would blow. he liked to imagine she’d be proud of his skills in forecasting unpredictable phenomenon. when he thinks about those college years, the long-haired girl bent over dynamite in too tight jeans instructing him in the proper use of fuses (in too tight jeans), he never once got it right. Copyrighted June 28, 2011 Jim Brewer

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