While driving to a neighborhood café on Telegraph Avenue, he suddenly said, “It’s Friday.” I looked over at him, and he was pointing to a newsstand at the curb and asked me to pull over. Leaping from the car, he collected a pile of newspapers from one of the boxes, returned to his seat, slammed the door shut, and looked triumphant. He had a stack of twenty or so copies of The Watchtower, the Jehovah’s Witnesses’ illustrated magazine. “Don’t tell me you read that? And an entire stack of them?” “No, I’m going to take it to recycling in the morning. Everyone has a responsibility to keep garbage
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