Night Train: Night Train 15

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Sunday, November 29, 2009

Night Train 15

Uncle Barney lived with his moms too. She was 98 and he was 67. Their pad was claustrophobic. Narrow corridors between five-foot stacks of bundled newspapers and National Geographics led to the kitchen and bathroom. Rabbit runs is what they were, those corridors. And the stacks were alive with silverfish and brown recluse spiders. ”You should see the love dance of the silverfish,” Uncle Barney told us. “It’s really poignant. First, the male and female stand face to face, with their antennae... Sign in to see full entry.

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