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A Moral Tale of the Benefits of Literacy

Tonight, I am up late. Tonight, I went out for coffee with a friend, and made the lighthearted mistake of ordering fully caffeinated cappuccino instead of the decaf I had so carefully planned to buy.  Now, instead of going to bed early so I can get up early in the morning for an hour-long commute to work, I am hunched with characteristic bad posture over a computer keyboard, itching to write something, and here is what my nervously hyped-up espresso fingers have to offer.

Tonight at six forty-five I drove into the small city where I used to work, onto familiar streets I haven't walked in months.  My car is the kind that parking garages like to call "compact," but it rides through narrow roadways only slightly widened since their 18th-century construction like a sideswiping boat. Or maybe it's the fact that I don't do much city driving, and tonight I was rusty. But I made it to a spot by a gnarly sycamore, just avoiding the roots that spilled out over the curb an…

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