Sno-ball stand, 1971

July 03, 1996|By Colleen M. Webster

In my childhood it was always summer

and Peter Wilson was always older than me --

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but I, at six, owned the sno-ball machine

cranked for ice chips. Chocolate syrup

we both contributed, later adding plastic

toy surprises in the bottom of cups.

Surprise! Surprise! Batman figure! Yo-yo!

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Brian Hart never came to our stand.

I would not have sold him anything, anyway,

would have spit into his sweet ice.

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Instead, most days, I perched behind

the picnic table and listened to Peter's

version of world news, one step removed

from his father's rendering

of the morning Baltimore Sun.

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''Yeah, they gotta send more guys over, 'cause

those gooks are sneaky

and don't give up.''

I understood.

Brian Hart was always sneaking near me

and never gave up trying to pull down

underwear.

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All summer I waited

for Brian to be -- Surprise! -- drafted

and sent far away into jungles

with no girls, no sno-balls.

Pub Date: 7/03/96

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