Summer, 1971

My aunt said Freddy had been captured by salamanders. Most of the older boys were away and the President was not himself. Choppers hid in the elm trees at dusk. I learned to like the many sounds of Cracker Jacks in my head during the evening news. They found Cousin Freddy at the edge of a swamp.  Orange salamanders were sleeping under his coat. It made sense later.

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