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| Cousin Curly |
Dateline: St. Stephen's lunch room, 408 East 82nd Street, March 1962
The sandwich, a plug of ham, greenish-brown, was thick
enough to sit in front of Snoopy’s doghouse as a doormat. Stiff wheat bread
with a glob of margarine on it - a reliable vomit starter. I had it. I rolled
the ball of crap up, stuck it in my pocket, got up, ran passed my second grade nun
holding my stomach moaning, “my belly hurts!” Raced out of the school straight to
my house on 83rd Street. Mom was in the kitchen having coffee with
Aunt Lily and her new baby, my cousin, Curly. I pulled the car accident out of
my pocket and held it under Curly’s nose, quickly grabbed Dad’s camera and
took this picture. I was immediately released from St. Stephen of Hungary’s
lunch program.
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| Aunt Lily & Aunt Vera |
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| Tommy & Uncle Mommy |
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