Like the Hopper Man   Tonight, I turn on the ‘Easy Listening’ channel and shadow dance under an old moon breaking improbably through half-opened, weathered window shutters. As I do, I retreat into the fog of memory, to— My wife walks in and catches me, and in a maddened impulse I blurt out everything about…

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