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I wrote this short story in September 1998, once again for a writing contest. My friend, John Campbell, and I came up with the premise on a drive to catch a Mets' game at Shea Stadium one hot August evening. This was the first time outside of autobiographical material that I ever wrote in first person-- challenging but fun. Final thanks to John's wife, Cindy, and Dennis for proof-reading and help with the details. |
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