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How this blog got its name
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There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
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Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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My uncle Randy used to run a baby fighting ring out in the suburbs. Actually he still does, only now he calls it “The Toddler Challenge!”
he fell down in a war and he just kept falling uncertainty like a wound that opened up in is head
Sometimes he dresses the babies up like famous people. I guess Sarah Palin vs. Barack Obama is always a real crowd pleaser.
“Of course the babies aren’t real,” he sobs “Nothing is. But when the crowd is going and all the chaos of that intermingled money and blood… makes me feel safe ya know, feels like a kind of home.”
