One Of Them Hung A Pink Bra

But We Made Our Own Fun, Mostly. I Recall A Time, Many Years Later, When American Children Seemed Unable To Amuse Themselves Without A Fortune In Electrical And Electronic Equipment. We Had No Fancy Equipment And Did Not Miss It.

I Followed Your Footsteps," He Said, In Answer To The Unspoken Question. "snow Makes It Easy." I Had Been Tracked, Like A Bear. "sorry To Make You Go To All That Trouble," I Said. "i Didn't Have To Go That Far, Really. You're About Three Streets Over. You Just Kept Going In Loops." A Really Inept Bear.

It Rang And It Rand And It Rang. I Looked At The Screen One Last Time, Then At Stuart, And Then I Reached My Arm Back And Threw The Phone As Hard As I Could (sadly, Not That Far), And It Vanished Into The Snow. The Eight-year-olds, Who Were Truly Fascinated With Our Every Move At This Point, Chased After It. 'lost It,' I Said. 'whoops.

I'm The Last Of The Mad Ones.

I'm Keith," He Said, "and You're . . . Clearly Mad, But What's Your Name?