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As with most small towns, Clinton had an annual fair, usually around the middle of August to coincide with the horse racing circuit.

A few days after her 80th birthday, Baba announced again to her son-in-law and daughter, Vera, that it was time for her to die.

Sujit Mukherjee drives us to the airport in his rusty white Volvo.

You don't have to look very carefully at the photograph of my m,other's family, set in its oval walnut frame and hung on the living room wall above the piano, to tell at once that it's not the usual family portrait.

We wait in the shade of the horse trailer.

I'm home after two years in London teaching English to Japanese businessman.

They listened to the haw of English laughter from the stream below.

The rink is a busy blur. Children are birds, arms stretched out.

Mickey Iverson was practicing the bagpipes again.

Carrie put her feet over the side of the bed and listened.