I found the letter placed on my desk. The envelope had been tidily cut open with a paper knife, its contents, a single sheet, still crisply folded inside. I presumed this was Mr. Cross’s passive way of letting it be known that he’d like to
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In the early fall of 1982, I, accompanied by some girl pals, began making trips from midtown Omaha and Benson, where we lived, to downtown Omaha. I did not know it then but I was doing research for this very piece. I was young and dumb and