Jeremy Horton: Rides and Murals, Dairy Bars and Balconies

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I don't remember the phone call that changed my life as much as I remember later that night watching my father staring into his coffee cup four months after the funeral, watching my sister watch me, and thinking how soupbeans and apple preserves and cornbread for dinner reminded me of my mother.

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The prop car was already on fire by the time I overheard the two redneck brothers we hired as "pyro technicians" arguing about whose job it was to remove the gas tank.  From 100 feet,  I could...