that he could tell us how to swim and then we should be able to do it, and he strutted up and down watching boys struggle in the water and yelling at them. After three lessons I stopped going. I went to the library instead, which was a block away from the YMCA. from Garrison Keillor: The Washington Post: The Reading Life
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Poem: "Grandma's Grave" by Freya Manfred, from Swimming With a Hundred Year Old Snapping Turtle (buy now) © Red Dragonfly Press, 2008.
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: For the week of December 03, 2007
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