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  • There are many ways to alleviate the tedium of going around and around a high school track.

    I watch a kid step out of one of the carny RVs parked at the fairgrounds this long weekend. He walks over here with a mesh bag full of footballs. Kicks them all from one end of the field to the other, sometimes farther and into my path. Runs over to pick them up, a couple at a time, and throws them back to the other end. Always in time, so I never have to dodge.

    I listen to military cadences with jet flyovers laid in at the beginning and end of each 20 minute track. I'm interested in what they're still saying about commies, how much they respect their grandmothers, and what evil genius is possible with a KA-BAR in hand.

    For a lap, I see a thread to tie it all together. Then it eludes me. I consider the moral, in general—whether it should be in or of the story. Whether it should be shown or spilled. I know what I think, but should I tell you?
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