Past Perfect
Go-kart Fever
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If it was a weakling uphill, it was a beast going down
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Twinkle Toes is not about the good old days; it doesn’t point an accusing finger at anyone but me
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The weak spot had always really been all mine
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A bolillo’s memory of Christmas in Laredo: tamales, fireworks, red cowboy boots, and my own record player
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The portable hardwood roller rink showed up every December
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The danger of the parsonage: blue sparks and melting metal smells
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Trouble followed Pete around like a pet dog
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Smoking the Parade
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It was a midnight blue,’47 Plymouth 4-door that Mauro Luna sold us for $85
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The 1950s and 60s of our childhood were the heyday of guns
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We were the Gunmen from Laredo
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Remembering Chiqui Torres: May 1967, up there on the roof, a chapter of our lives closed and the page turned to our futures
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He was my dear companion in hilarity, the friend of a lifetime.
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The bats in the belfry at First Baptist Church
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The organist’s eyes locked on the Satanic bat dive-bombing her.
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View of Bathsheba on Garfield St.
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You could hear the ice rattling in highball glasses