Rudolph Printthe story I had a bully in middle school. His name was John B. (I'm withholding his last name because I am sure he matured into a nice man with great kids and has started a charity to feed homeless cats.) But he was a jerk back then. He looked like a swollen eggplant with hair. A year older than me, John B. never punched me or beat me up. He never separated me from my lunch money. No, John was an orator, preferring to use his words to belittle and

At least not in the same way my wife and I are when we go for a ride together

But for those who believed

Being an airplane junkie

in our haste to proclaim our truth

No matter how difficult

because these teeth are not long for this world

your sense of humor

hope and fear intermingling in all of it

and suspected that the life we wanted to live would require a change of scenery

) Inspired by his father’s positive attitude

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