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SHORT AND WEIRD
A Rough Crowd
I’m not saying we picked fights…
My Uncle Glenn had five kids.
All boys.
And fight?
By golly, they spelled the word “peace” as “pieces”!
“The one thing I can say about my boys is that they are great believers in practicing absolute gentleness,” I heard Uncle Glenn say to the remnants of a riot squad who had tried to break up a no-holds-barred Scrabble dispute over the spelling of manslaughter.
“Yes sir,” Uncle Glenn went on to say. “Would you believe that I never had cause to lay a violent hand upon any of my boys, except in the occasional and totally unavoidable outbreak of self-defense.”
At least that’s the way he told the story…






