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  • So what is it? A bird on a wreath? A guy with a big nose, a big mouth, and a hyperthyroid eye?

    No, wait -- it's a guy trying to change a Mack truck tire and needing all his muscles to do it.

    Mom would have known. She saw dragons in rotting logs, horses in trees. Once she told me that the tree shadows made the winter hills here look like sleeping tigers.

    She loved Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote cartoons -- so much so that my friends and I nicknamed her Roadrunner Jackie.

    Genius is childhood remembered, someone said. Roadrunner Jackie was a genius.

    Miss you, Mom.
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