Deeper and deeper into late summer, the nights on our porch are filled with quiet discussion, the smoke of Mr. Cassette’s new cigar passion, tinkling of ice cubes and the large numbers of cicadas circled together in their droning chorus. This is
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Every now and then I receive a letter in the office that just stirs me and gives goosey bumps. The following is one of those electric memos. The writer’s quandary is a mystery for all those Hanscom Park Neighborhood kiddies of long ago, Omaha