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Legos on the Loose
By Ed Staskus The day Maryann Shelly got her Lego Creative Brick Box was the day she got to work. Her Lego Man started off small, less than an inch tall, when she started building him. He didn’t stay small for long. Every day Maryann made him bigger. By the end of the month he was as big as her, which was just shy of five foot tall. Less than a month later he was eight feet tall and wouldn’t…
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Poking the Bear
By Ed Staskus Oliver was the first one out of the Jeep Cherokee the day the family turned into the parking lot of Sleeping Bear Dunes. He had been doing nothing in the car for two hours, after playing car games with Emma for hours before that. They had played I Spy, Road Trip Bingo, and the License Plate Game until his sister decided to take a nap. Doing nothing was hard for Oliver to do…
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Poking the Bear
By Ed Staskus Oliver was the first one out of the Jeep Cherokee the day the family turned into the parking lot of Sleeping Bear Dunes. He had been doing nothing in the car for two hours, after playing car games with Emma for hours before that. They had played I Spy, Road Trip Bingo, and the License Plate Game until his sister decided to take a nap. Doing nothing was hard for Oliver to do…
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Jumping the Traces
By Ed Staskus Maggie Campbell’s father was a stockbroker, an investment advisor, and a vice president at Prudential Bache in the 1980s. He worked downtown with the other moneymakers. He believed in capitalism but didn’t let it go to his head. He was shrewd, keeping his greed engaged, although not always prudent. Sometimes he tripped over his sense of humor. Everybody called him the Margin…
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On the Town
By Ed Staskus I was three years old before I got my first good look at Sudbury. I didn’t know the place had started life as a railroad outpost in the nineteenth century before rapidly expanding when vast mineral resources were discovered. I didn’t know what it had become seventy years later, which was “Nickel Capital of the World.” I knew it was springtime on our street. When I looked around…
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Adam Eve and Elvira
By Ed Staskus Adam was a worm, at least until the day he became two worms. What happened was that Monk Kennedy, when he was digging up his counterfeit money where he had hidden it at the back of Conor Foyle’s barn, sliced Adam in half with his Army General Entrenchment shovel. It was commonly used to dig latrines, but worked for treasure hunting, too. He didn’t know he was doing it when he…
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Yankee Doodle
By Ed Staskus “Yankee Doodle went to town a-riding on a pony, stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni.” Michael Radzevicius had a bad feeling. He looked towards the Savannah River from where he was, which was a hillside north of the British fortifications, but couldn’t see it. There was a full moon somewhere but he couldn’t see that, either. It was a murky dawn. It was October…
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Not Fade Away
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