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Why Baseball, Books, and the Grateful Dead matter


Hardboiled Coffee Tabloid

In the joint at the corner I had coffee and eggs and looked at the papers. One of them was the tabloid I had telephoned the day before. When I picked it up, I felt a sudden, lunging fear. But there was no banner headline. I got brave and turned to the inside.

(cf. Dewey, Thomas B. Kiss Me Hard.)

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