Finding the underneath, more than Tut. Funky Tut.
I don’t know where to begin this story, really, as it has three parts. So I’ll start on our dining room floor, at 134 E. Bruce Ave., in Dayton, on the lump of pillows in the corner, where we sat and watched TV, an old black and white model. After cartoons and after our chores […]
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