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“She had a stuffed animal collection. I was pretty sure. Her Corolla had either a smiley face or a Jesus fish affixed to the bumper. She read John Grisham novels, listened to soft rock, loved going to bridal showers and had never seen a Spike Lee movie.”
Dennis Lehane, Prayers for Rain
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As best as I could, I avoided the Claddagh. Not that I disliked the area. On the contrary, it used to be part of my heritage. The whole deal: feed the swans, walk to Grattan Road, make wishes from the end of Nimmo’s Pier.
But it sure held bad karma.
These clays, now that the depression was in chemical abeyance, I was suffused with memory. Veered from the bitter-sweet to crucifixion. Did books save my sanity? You bet your ass.
On any given day, I’d have a volume in my jacket, read, read, read.
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