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My brother called him the girl downstairs. When a windstorm uprooted an ancient willow, Reno wasn’t allowed to play in it. “Too dangerous,” his parents cautioned. Obediently, he watched from the porch as we climbed through its tangled branches and made it our fort.
posted by - Christine at 5:59 AM
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In the early 70's my parents cut down a willow that was threatening to choke our well. Kids came from all over the village to play in it. We were in every halfways climbable tree for miles, but for a while, that downed willow was king.
Wow. Reno's parents sound familiar. I feel for the guy.
We didn't have willows in Queens. :-)
But I do know a mother like Reno's. What became of him?
My mom is still like Reno's...does it ever end?
Hmm. What became of Reno? Good question. Googling him turned up nothing so I don't know. I wouldn't be surprised to learn he's an underworld spy, or a mortgage processor.
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