From Gene’s Notebook
…she hands me a red apple; I bite it; no gift better; she tells us to “come in and eat,” and we do, lentils and homemade bread and iced tea; no lunch better ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky
January 7, 2009

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From Gene’s Notebook

…and like the motorcycles whose riders, helmet-less, race up and down Central Boulevard, Joe’s On the Boulevard might come back, and then again, it might not, and The Bluzanos might come back, and then again, they might not ….

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A story by Joe Premont
Pancho Gamboa was daydreaming on his way home from work.
All Pancho ever wanted was to work. He loved being a mechanical repairman, working on complicated oilfield compressor installations throughout South Texas. As a teen-ager he had learned how to rebuild the old Ford flat-head V-8 in his dad’s car [...]

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A story by Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky
I walked into the overheated high school, dreading the routine of back-to-work, classes, and students after two free weeks of skiing, reading and overeating. I had walked past three yellow school buses that had discharged their loads of farm kids, their exhausts white and swirling in the fourteen-below air, air [...]

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From Gene’s Notebook
…and the givens continue …with tight rosebuds, wrapped they are, and then nature’s explosion and yellow, red, white and orange roses are there, where moments before the tight rosebud, and with Spring already teasing, call it early Spring, leaves still spin to the earth, reddish ones, Fall in Spring ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky
January 7, [...]

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