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Once upon a
time, a creative-writing instructor praised me in class
a few times and I overreacted—I quit my personnel management job, bought a portable typewriter and, with
little to say and matching talent,
set off into the unknown. I was a man with a jet pack on his way to the moon and had
about two years
to get there.
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A page with no apparent links to other pages is,
itself, a link to the previous page—
click it anywhere.
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