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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 6, 2007 0:49:24 GMT -5
Stephan Wolfman was called Steve when he was young and friendlier. His name reverted to its more formal varient as he grew grouchier and his friends began to bail.
Stephan owned a grocery store on the corner of Higgens and Main, the coldest and lonliest corner in the world. It's torn down now, replaced by the lawn of the Aboriginal Center for spiritual development.
The grocery aged badly, darkening and repelling until the only goings on inside were shadowy movements in the rear and the windows were filled with a few pieces of half rotten fruit.
I would twice daily ride the number 47 bus which rounds the corner of Higgens and Main every twenty minutes. I never caught a glimpse of Stephan Wolfman until I was a few days from retirement. I saw him emerging through the door just as the bus rounded the corner and my eyes had their fill of him. He looks just like me.
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Post by robertrwoods on Jul 6, 2007 13:36:27 GMT -5
There's such an Absurdest point of view to this write. I love the flow, the journey you take me on. I find myself totally hypnotized by your scenic description of life and not explaining all until we reach our final destination, saving the wink at the end of the tale. Splendid work, Don.
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 6, 2007 23:58:24 GMT -5
Thanks Mr. Woods. You ae very kind.
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