Allow me to begin this post with a retrospective anecdote: When our kids were young we naturally spent quite a bit of time visiting the grandparents. Betsy and I were lucky; our parents lived not far way, in Quincy, Illinois, just 45 miles from our home in Knox County. On a shelf at Betsy’s folks’ place was an artifact from the Depression era which offended me; it was a cast-metal coin bank, a small representation of an exaggerated black boy. The idea was to place a coin in the boy’s outst
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The Garbage Man