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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

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          • October 2, 2010 1:15 am
            My uncle Randy used to run a baby fighting ring out in the suburbs. Actually he still does, only now he calls it  “The Toddler Challenge!” he fell down in a warand he just kept fallinguncertainty like a wound that opened up in is head Sometimes he dresses the babies up like famous people. I guess Sarah Palin vs. Barack Obama is always a real crowd pleaser.“Of course the babies aren’t real,” he sobs“Nothing is. But when the crowd is goingand all the chaos of that intermingled money and blood…makes me feel safe ya know,feels like a kind of home.”

            My uncle Randy used to run a baby fighting ring out in the suburbs. Actually he still does, only now he calls it  “The Toddler Challenge!

            he fell down in a war
            and he just kept falling
            uncertainty
            like a wound that opened up in is head

            Sometimes he dresses the babies up like famous people. I guess Sarah Palin vs. Barack Obama is always a real crowd pleaser.

            “Of course the babies aren’t real,” he sobs
            “Nothing is. But when the crowd is going
            and all the chaos of that intermingled
             money and blood…
            makes me feel safe ya know,
            feels like a kind of home.”

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