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Contents Page: December 31, 2010, vol 6 no 4

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Tad Wojnicki

The Way of the Grasshopper

I blew from college to college – Warsaw to Cincinnati, El Paso to San Francisco – digesting philosophies, picking degrees, getting hired, getting fired, taking rooms, losing rooms, unable to strike a root – until Carmel-by-the-Sea greened before my eyes.

"Feels like home," I told Sweets, looking from the sandhill.

Have I stepped into the valley, though? Sown the seed? Dug the weed? Grown a tree? I haven't. With one teaching job in Carmel, another in Salinas, and yet another in King City, I'm still a highway-hopper, jumping from sandhill to sandhill, eyeing the greens.

boasting a healthy income
of sand dollars

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