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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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          • January 1, 2012 12:36 pm
            There’s a water canal that runs the length of my house in Florida. Last night I dreamt that a great white fish swam its waters When I awoke this morning I went down to have a look and there it was! A large white shadow gliding barely beneath the surface. It turned out to be just an old shopping bag but as I sit here on the back porch drinking coffee with eyes closed, soaking up the sun I can hear it splashing still.

            There’s a water canal that runs the length of my house in Florida.

            Last night I dreamt that a great white fish swam its waters

            When I awoke this morning I went down to have a look

            and there it was!

            A large white shadow gliding barely beneath the surface.


            It turned out to be just an old shopping bag

            but as I sit here on the back porch drinking coffee

            with eyes closed, soaking up the sun

            I can hear it splashing still.


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