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After biting Tony, it was Spot’s fate to vacate Garfield Street and end up en un rancho
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Or had he been dispatched to the Big Kennel in the Sky?
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March 31, 1968: when LBJ announced he would not run for President
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He was 58, but looked like 100 years-old.
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García Márquez meets his angel in Laredo, 1961
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Like Lawrence, Leary and Cantinflas, like Highsmith, García Márquez stopped here
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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