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January 2019, vol 14 no 4

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John Budan


I get lost trying to find the high school across town from my motel.So much has changed in sixty years. On the thousand-mile drive, I reflected on those years; how I had no friends and how nobody clapped for me as I received the diploma. I sit in the parking lot with my car windows open listening to the loud rock and roll music. Everyone seems to be having a good time.

old memories
the loneliness
of laughter