CHRIST! “8:45,” says the radio. Still shaving. It’ll be halfway up the Silver Strand already. Don’t rush, don’t rush. You’ll cut yourself. “Can you find my wallet!” I yell. I’m running round hauling trousers on. ...
We’re cornering the S-bend near the city end of University. “I talk to a lot of people,” says Maxine. “
Posted December 15, 1994
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