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“Winter Haven, Florida, 1984”

Elizabeth Ellen


No one in my family has done anything for three generations. My great-grandfather started a pump company in the middle of the depression. Every time we go to the mall my grandmother points up at the celing and says, “Thank you, J.C.!”

But that is on my father’s side. I have never lived with my father. I visit him and my grandmother once a year in the summer.

In Ohio my mother worked two jobs and I qualified for free lunches at school. No one I know in Ohio comes from money, new or old. Most of my friends’ fathers work in factories or are gone like mine. We find our Halloween costumes by climbing in the Volunteers of America box by the library. I was a hobo three years in a row.

We read it in Fast Machine.