Spitball Army

Birmingham Magazine’s online music column recently proposed a playlist that would take listeners on a journey through the South. In addition to posting their list, they opened up for reader submissions. I posted one…

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If my mother had asked us this question as kids, or something similar (like “Want me to make a positive difference and fight for ALL of South Oceanside children’s future from OUTSIDE of our kitchen?”), we would have just looked at her as if she had sprouted a second head on her shoulders.

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Marlon motions to me silently to follow him to the third register. He appears to be in take-charge mode and is going to process my transaction himself. He enters the hard drive’s barcode and the price comes up.

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Top Chef Masters;
Researching my house;
American Masters: The American Novel

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The second person in line is a woman returning food. She is cradling a plastic basket in one arm and a baby in the other arm. I can see that the basket contains several items, including Pop Tarts, baby socks, and those unnaturally orange cheese crackers. The baby leans over and drools on the crackers.

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