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When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez when it’s Easter time, too

I envied Andrew Gabler for all he had that I didn’t have. He wore name-brand clothes, had chestnut-brown hair that shone, was good looking and built, athletic, played soccer better than I did and wrestled (though I always thought wrestling … Continue reading

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Just Like Billy Pilgrim’s Blues, Amsterdam

I came unstuck in time again and reappeared 20 years later pawing the glass on some Argentinian steakhouse window in the Red Light district with a bull’s head in the window convinced I’d been there before. Two days in Amsterdam … Continue reading

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