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  February 2006
volume 4 number 1
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Michael Estabrook
February 2006



art by lizbeth palma

    "I'm a Marketing Communications Manager for a tiny division of a gigantic billions-of-dollars company, and man, going into an office every day can be excruciating. The stuffy air, and the florescent lights are killing me. Thankfully I can retire in 10 to 15 years.
    "But I still think that somehow I've got to get myself on some boat collecting phytoplankton, or into the rich brown hills of Montana searching for TRex bones. Then again, maybe I simply should've stayed on Northfield Avenue where I belong and learned to fix cars like my Daddy did."



In Those Good Old Days

I remember the time I wanted to take Patti out
parking, to go necking in the car, but didnít
know where to do that, went down Summerhill Road
and Tice's Lane and down Merrill Avenue and Rueís
Lane, finally stopping on Nathan Road in Old
Bridge, parked there and tried to kiss her, but
neither of us felt comfortable in that strange
dark narrow place so I drove away again feeling
like gypsies or wandering minstrals. Itís hard
to find a place to be alone when youíre still
teenagers. At least it was back in those days,
back in those good old days.

copyright 2006 Michael Estabrook