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"Why do I continue to waste my Sundays?!" -- Dick Currence It was pouring rain the Sunday I was mugged. I was 6 years old, and as I ran home, soaked to the bone and relieved of my new Big Wheel and my raincoat, I could hear his voice thundering, "YOU COULDN'T KICK (STRING OF EXPLETIVES), YOU ROTTEN ...!" Inside, I found my mother and father in front of our 18-inch black-and-white television and some sort of MacGyver-ed waffle iron, making Reuben sandwiches and drinking beer. |