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To me, my brother was his letters home. Even now, his lucid, correct handwriting remains more vivid in my mind than any picture.
By Gillian KendallNovember 2000Unlike some of my more mechanically minded eighth-grade classmates, I didn’t know a thing about how cars worked. I’d never even changed a tire. I just liked how cars looked. While other kids drew hot rods in their notebooks, I made “design studies,” trying to predict what changes the Big Three automakers would implement in their new models. How could the designers possibly improve upon dual headlamps? My answer was to integrate them into the grille beneath a pair of “eyebrows ” that sloped toward the center (a design that was, in fact, used in the 1959 Dodge).
By Jake GaskinsAugust 2000Ground zero, fuzzy kittens, the most beautiful roundhouse right punch
By Our ReadersAugust 2000A beautiful, naked woman on a white horse; a marriage proposal; a Dustbuster
By Our ReadersJanuary 2000Smitty was lying on the seat beside me, getting antsy to exit his holster and have some fun. I told him to be patient. I didn’t want some rancher investigating gunshots. The dirt trail was badly rutted and washed out in a few places. It led me down into a dry creek bed at one point, and if not for four-wheel drive, I’d probably still be there. The windows were down, and I could smell the clean scent of sage.
By Peter MakuckDecember 1999My aunt Eunice never married. I have not married either, and I think that perhaps we remained single for the same reason, though I may be wrong. Eunice never said why she hadn’t married, except in the joking way one replies to the curiosity of children.
By Jeanne DuPrauJuly 1999Lessons came fast, and sometimes violently. Once, an older boy urged me to yell, “You dirty Jew!” — words that I didn’t understand. I shouted the phrase up and down the alley until a tearful woman came running down three flights of stairs to slap my face, hard. My cheek can still recall the sting. That woman did me the ultimate favor.
By Stephen J. LyonsMay 1999When Chris died it was a shock. No one had ever really died before, although everyone in his group of friends had almost died at least a couple of times.
By Jessica Anya BlauMay 1999Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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