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Georgia Connector Winter 2019

2/7/2020

My introduction to Doc came when I was ten. His red, yellow, and blue feathers flashed beneath neon green wings as one gnarly claw accepted a black walnut from my tentative fingers. With his dark tongue and powerful beak, he pulverized the nut that I couldn't crack with a hammer. Lesson learned. I never put my fingers into his cage. An Amazon parrot as big as a house cat, with vocabulary bigger than mine, Doc came home from Guatemala with Unk, husband of Mama's sister, Susie. They and their two children lived with Nanny, my grandmother, and became our new neighbors. Unk's pet parrot assimilated into our family. Sort of.

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Doc's Demise

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Georgia Connector Fall 2019

2/7/2020

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What happens to you when you read this passage from Girl in a Foxhole by Donna McGinty?

I waited for Peter and Beth at the curb, straddling my 1940 Champion bike, trying to remember when I'd added the metal bell and front wire basket and side mirrors and streamers off the handlebars. It had come with a headlight and a back-wheel rack. Gone were the stupid saddlebags I got my first Christmas in Texas back when Champion was my turquoise horse. I blushed to remember how I'd raced up and down the street, snorting and rearing up on the back wheel, shouting "whoa" and skidding to a halt.

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