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I lived on the corner of Ninth Avenue and Windsor Place; Third floor over Bob’s Hardware Store.

When my mother wanted me to go to the store she would put money in a napkin, fold it up and toss it out the window to me.

“Run to Associated and get me milk,” she would say.

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I’d look up, observe her hanging out the window and before she would toss the crumbled up napkin down to me she would look around first.

“Just throw it, come on!” I screamed back up at her, clearly agitated at her delay.

The napkin would free-fall with the money into my hands. I would cup my mitts like Willie Mays in centerfield.

Sometimes there would be just bills inside, sometimes coins and sometimes both.

Regardless, I hated going to the store for mom but loved trying to catch the napkin.

Respectfully,

Red

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