Cover

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Title Page, Copyright, Dedication

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Table of Contents

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pp. vii-viii

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Acknowledgments

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pp. ix-x

I would like to thank the following people: Jack Ridl, who gave me an “F” on my first college paper and in the process opened the world to me; my friends and colleagues in Tucson and Columbia, especially those teachers and writers under whose watch these stories first took shape; ...

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Ordination

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pp. 1-14

A random assortment of brightly colored, barrel-shaped, Fisher-Price figures—a farmer, a bus driver, a policeman, a classroom full of children and a dog—are scattered across the stained blue carpet, disbursed and then abandoned by my 19-month-old self. ...

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Punitive Damages

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pp. 15-36

I will have fifteen minutes. That’s how much time they give me to speak. They place me on an airplane in Marquette (it’s February, 77 inches of snow on the ground, 240 now for the season) and fly me 3,000 miles to an island in the Caribbean, where it’s 80 degrees every day. ...

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Induction Ceremony

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pp. 37-56

Crawford stood in the doorway to the gymnasium that night, more beautiful than my wife. The long lines of her form, the grace of her movements, the breasts that seemed firm beneath the white blouse. She bent at the knees, set down a black leather shoulder bag, and draped a long wool coat over it. ...

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Punnett's Squares

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pp. 57-80

We arrived in twos and threes in second-hand cars and rusted and mud-stained pickup trucks. In the crisp morning dawn we gave our names to the crew leader, who misspelled them on his clipboard, and then we stood around the edge of the cornfield in limp-shouldered clumps. ...

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Tough Man

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pp. 81-98

Kennedy was in too much pain to be embarrassed about the state of his living quarters. He mumbled a small apology, that if he had known he was going to have company, he would have made an effort to tidy up, at least to throw out the old newspapers and clean the refrigerator of its spoiled milk and moldy fruit. ...

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How We Fought the War on Terrorism

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pp. 99-122

I didn’t belong there. I knew this, even then, that last week in August when the air hung like a wet towel on your skin, the basement of Williams Hall a musty, stale, windowless space, metal desk frames nailed to the tile floor. I didn’t belong there. ...

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Burn Barrel

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pp. 123-138

Dixon told the dog to hold still even though he knew the dog didn’t understand a single word he said. The burrs were embedded into the wet, black coat. Dixon straddled the pup and bent at the waist and held one hand on the dog’s chest to calm him. ...

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Be a Missionary

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pp. 139-158

I always felt sorry for the missionaries. To live along the Amazon in the dense foliage of the rain forest, a two days’ journey by boat to the nearest mail station or toilet paper or color TV. Or to live on the barren plains of Niger, dinner a paste made from grain crushed in stone bowls and mixed with goat’s milk, daily laundry in the fecal brown river. ...