By John Duffy Doing Something When I was a child, my mom once took me and my sister to the airport to ship us off to Florida to stay with our grandparents who lived in St. Petersburg. I was probably about eight and my sister was probably about ten. In those good ole days, my mom was able to accompany us right up to the terminal and kiss us goodbye before an airline agent walked us down the jetway and showed us to our seats. When the plane landed in […]
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An Anarchist Journal of Heresy and Thoughtcrime