It was clear I needed a job.  Turning twenty, literate (two years of college behind me), energetic, and flexible—surely this would not be too hard.  But it turned out I knew nothing about finding work.
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As a native of the Motor City, everyone I knew drove to work.
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Next hurtle – what contractor in his right mind would undertake this project with such an unrealistic budget and very tight timeline? It was now June and we needed to open the school in September.
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Naval Funeral

My friends Tippy and Toppy had the fabled attention span of goldfish.  Whenever I made eye contact with them,   they’d meet my gaze for just a few seconds and then they’d turn away – as if they had bigger fish to fry.

But they were dearly beloved friends and always  there for me –  until that fateful day when I offered them a cigarette.   Sadly the tobacco I crumpled into their bowl apparently poisoned them and they went belly up.

My father said we’d give them a naval funeral,  and when we flushed them down the toilet,  I shed some heartfelt,  six-year-old tears.

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–  Dana Susan Lehrman