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Gedney Gets the Girl
Gedney Market felt like a new man. Even his walk was lighter, bouncier, more self-confident. As he strode down Lexington Avenue with his chartreuse fanny pack riding jauntily on his hips, everything seemed to interest him. The little musical Peruvians, desperately seeking ...

Angel and Me
My radio was playing, and Angel was on my mind. Sammy Schultz and me were stacking hay down on the Harper place. We were about to be seniors in high school, and it was my first job. Sammy had hired me on at two and a half cents a bale. He owned the tractor, an old John Deere B. ...

A Shudder in the Loins
While retrieving my New York Times I noticed that it was September 12, 1962. My twenty-ninth birthday, god the time. On my stroll from the Harvard Club, where I lived, to my office on Third Avenue, I became pleasantly aware that Manhattan island was waking up from its summer ...

Running Toward the Intersection Blindfolded
Somewhere in Maine a boy waits for my phone call. I can’t call because I can’t move. My chin is touching my knees and I’m breathing so fast I’m practically vacuuming the carpet. I’ve been with Alexander for two years. He changed my life all around. The man I woke up ...