[…] learned in speech classes. The first was the rhetorical stance of associating with the audience by implying mutual need. Hence the “we.” The second was using humor to disarm, hence the chuckle.) “We need […]
[…] don’t you tell us things like this?” Why would I tell you, Helen thinks. Who in this world likes to brag about projects that they chaired straight to failure? *** Twenty-one years after the […]
[…] enough to keep him liquored up for a week. He thought about the day he’d heard the news via the Air-That-Tells-A Story: Imperial Empire of Japan . . . Pearl Harbor .. . Day […]
[…] of food in their basements. Julie’s mother, however, refused to “stockpile,” a position she had taken during World War II. The rest of the room was better supplied. Julie’s father owned a lot of […]
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[…] play catch. I always want to play. It’s just that—bad day, Andy. I got a little bad news is all.” “I’m sorry, Dad.” When I got in bed later that night, I found his […]
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