In Which the Author Realizes He’s Out of Touch with the Youth

At the hamburger restaurant in downtown Vigo there’s a guy eating alone at the next table. I’m doing my usual thing of talking much louder than most other English

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Memories of a Redneck

When I was in Elementary School, I had a friend whose family were real Arizonians. I’m a real Arizonian, too, but my parents aren’t. This guy was third

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