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		<title>Hatchet by Devin Galaudet</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 23:55:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sheer striped-print curtains that hung from cheap white curtain rods blew softly in an April breeze. I remember that day well. Dad and I lay on our bellies, watching Vin Scully, the voice of the Dodgers baseball while eating from a tray of Ritz crackers and a jar of Skippy Peanut Butter on the bed in my parent&#8217;s bedroom. I was thirteen and the Dodgers were playing the Chicago Cubs. Although the Cubs were in last place, we never missed a televised game. Dad wasn&#8217;t much of a fan but he never let an opportunity to reminisce about his days growing up in Chicago slide by. The stories had a similar thread, which included elaborations about arguments on train cars, Golden Gloves competitions and walking down the wrong street late at night. Every story he told offered a moral of how to defend a &#8220;life of integrity,&#8221; as he called it. This day he would tell me about how he ran into and eventually arm-wrestled &#8216;Mr. Cub,&#8217; Ernie Banks, for twenty bucks. I remember how he described things with enthusiastic hand gestures, bicep flexing and a mock demonstration of the event, which knocked over the jar of peanut butter, sending [...]]]></description>
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