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Show 240 Hy is pumping his fist in the ah at the thought of his wife taking on "the system" and the remembrance of demonstrations of our youth and I calm him with the notion that I would only be writing a column. Maybe. If the editor likes it. We sing another song and adjourn to the table for brownies. They are all onto other topics but I am thinking about the subject of my first sample column. They are all looking at me expectantly, each of them at his or her place around our table. Hy had driven me upstate to the newspaper office earlier in the day for my appointment to speak with the editor and they are waiting to hear my report. "He said," I begin and pause, wanting them to linger in tortured suspense for as long as possible, '"Why haven't we thought of this before?'" "That means yes?" my youngest is asking. I can tell that the older ones are also wondering, not quite sure. "That means yes," I confirm. |