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MY LIFE AS AN IMPROVISERPart 1[[wysiwyg_imageupload:195:]]The man was missing an arm. That was obvious.I was teaching my Tuesday night improv class at the Lucy Moses School when a new student came in. And he was clearly missing an arm.
REFLECTIONS. NO. 2THE PERRY MASON NOVELS[[wysiwyg_imageupload:79:]]"No one's heard of Perry Mason, at least among the young people," said my friend definitively. Even though I wanted to disagree with her, I feared that she was right. If anyone below 30 knew of the intrepid fictional lawyer at all now, it was through the 25 or so bloated Perry Mason TV movies that were tired exercises in nostalgia, useful mainly for giving Raymond Burr a last hurrah in his most famous role.
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SISTER MARY SHERIFF RIDES AGAINBy TOM SOTER[[wysiwyg_imageupload:61:]]She was insistent on the point. “I was talking with someone at a party last night and she told me that there is no such thing as an Episcopalian nun,” my friend said in her forceful, know-it-all manner. “You must have been mistaken. They must have been Catholic.”
Patrick McGoohan, with TS, 1984
KING OF THE CHILDHOOD FRONTIER
CHARLIE'S GIFT By TOM SOTER [[wysiwyg_imageupload:681:]] Charlie was the family dog. But he was widely considered my dog. He joined our family in the spring of 1972,when I was still living at home. And long after I had moved out, I still came by and took him for walks in the park. He always was ecstatic to see me, jumping up and down, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his eyes glowing with happiness.
[[wysiwyg_imageupload:89:]] THE RUINS OF VASSAE
NO MORE GEORGE By Tom Soter
NO COOKIES FOR GERARD "Do you want a cookie?" I said to the wide-eyed twentysomething young woman who looked back at me.