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older boy had a girlfriend and they came around the house and he was
civil. His real life was in the woods. Families emasculated you though
he affirmed their worth and wouldn't hear of anyone knocking traditional
values though he'd never been a churchgoer or a real family man, just
someone who ruled a woman and four boys with an iron hand, but a patriot
for sure. He had a flag raised outside his house and in the woods
the men talked about how the country was going to the dogs. This was
the real life, in the woods, logging and hunting and drinking beer
and coming out for the barbecue on the Fourth of July and getting
a little big in the belly and having arms like hams and not bothering
about the fine print and the verbal sparring of pasty-faced little
men in thousand dollar suits but cracking heads when the logs got
jammed. Harry was bitter and disgruntled and tended to be short-tempered
now. For a while his circumstances had seemed ideal, four sons and
a pretty wife, and men had envied him, but
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then it
all seemed to fall apart, there was nowhere really for him to go,
the boys breaking away from him, the wifely charms fading fast. He
brooded and drank more than he should have but he stayed afloat like
millions and tens of millions of men like himself and pulled himself
along like those sea turtles making their way across the beach with
their heavy shells to drop their eggs in the sand and disappear.
Millions and millions of Americans waited
for the results of the contest. So many dreams were on the line, more
dreams than you could count. John waited. Charlie waited. Joe waited.
Tom, Dick and Harry waited. Someone called Gus won. Everyone else
lost.
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