"Old Man!" I cried "What is the cause of your pain? Hunger, disease, despair?" All of the above. He is a hunk of bark, an oily rag, a bone to bury in the back yard. Jerry has been here since Ella was young, a mechanic at the used car lot. He never went to Mass on Sundays Never had no use for that. His deepest most profound wish? A brand new baseball hat. He slips away like September sun, fading, forgotten by everyone. Reprinted with permission Copyright © 2001 by Chad Weidner

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