Author: rigochaconjr
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BUS
If the numbers 22, 70, 71, 81, or 63 don’t mean anything to you, my guess is that you probably haven’t spent any, or much time on our local buses, like I have. Today I rode the 27, 64, and 81. When I was 15 years old, I caught bus 63 at 6:45 a.m., and…
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Public Restroom
My mom is not going to like this story. I’ll get to that in a moment. First, I have a question: What is your earliest memory? Before you answer, here is what some people have said: “The day my baby brother died of SIDS. I was three.” “Breaking my arm while dancing with my sister.…
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The Red Balloon
Many of you will see only a kid looking back at a red balloon. Consider yourselves young. Some of you will look at this little boy and see much more. Consider yourselves . . . ahem, mature. I must have been six or seven years old the first time my teacher loaded this foreign film…
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Bozo!
This is no laughing matter! According to the World Clown Association, there is a precipitous decline in clowns! Since 2004, clown membership has dropped from 3,500 to 2,500! And 28% fewer clowns since last year! My dad—in lieu of cursing—refers to very poor drivers with an exuberant “Bozo!” Of course, those Bozos never hear a…
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2040
My nine-year-old recently told me that her teacher has the year 2040 mounted on the wall in the classroom as a reminder that one of them CAN be President someday. My fifth grade classroom had no future year on the wall. We did have photos of each President above our chalkboard. I sat at the…
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Jahi
Nailah Winkfield is a mother who is grieving for her child, Jahi McMath. And no matter what opinion I or you have regarding the way Children’s Hospital Oakland, the press, or the family has behaved during this tragedy, one thing remains true: Nailah Winkfield’s life will never be the same. Grief. I know that it…
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