Your mother attempts to clear the bushesA first infant taste of lunacythat made me think I could jump the4-foot porch over the thick hedgeinto the yard, scratchless, blameless. Kid, you’ll be jumping any day now.You’ll get to know them folks,them fellas, them naysayers.You’ll see what I mean: Always the wide- mouthed expressions,always, “Are you serious, kid?”when you…

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