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		<title>The Great Toilet Paper Caper</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We were warned in the days before the Hurricane struck that Rutgers never closed. Early on September 16th, a Thursday, the school canceled classes for the day, and eventually the school would cancel classes for Friday.
I woke up in mid-morning to torrential rain beating the screen on the dormitory window. I was living on the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The French Connection</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Charles and I intended a relatively modest night of heavy drinking. We called over to Polly and then Kelly and told them to expect to have some fun with us, and they agreed they would, and the four of us met up at the bar at the corner. The bar was crowded. It’s a neighborhood [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Subway</title>
		<description><![CDATA[MR. F arrived in town from Indiana. He wanted to party. Since MR. F and Charles are both graduate students, neither of them worried much weeknight about partying as neither had any obligations. I worried a lot about partying on the weeknight; the office expected me in at 9. I did the sensible thing and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Importance of Being Jack</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The first community theater production outside of the high school drama club that I involved myself in was Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest. I had long fancied Oscar Wilde when I joined the cast as a lighting crew. No doubt part of Wilde’s appeal was his dandyism, the persona of erudite elitism mixed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ring Dings</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For those of you who are not in the know, Ring Dings are chocolate cakes filled with white cream. They are similar to a Yodel or Frosted Hostess Cupcake. If I were to guess, I&#8217;d say the recipe for each of these delights is probably the same&#8211; same chocolate cake, same white filling, same chocolate [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Straitjacket</title>
		<description><![CDATA[originally published on Sara Cohen&#8217;s Wellness Blog
The first time I was in straitjacket, I was only three. Or maybe four. Strictly speaking, I&#8217;ve only ever been placed in a straitjacket once, as far as I can remember.
The house my family was living in at the time was a contemporary style with an open living room [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Fictional Origins of Coleslaw</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Growing up in the suburbs of northern New Jersey meant my adolescent social life essentially revolved around diners. Diners are great places for a cup of coffee and a few hours of doing nothing. I consistently ordered meals that came with a side order of coleslaw. For the most part, coleslaw in north jersey consists [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Last Birthday Party</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The last childhood birthday party I attended was for a kid named Vincent. He lived a few blocks down the street from me. Vinnie, as I believe he goes by now, had a big old house with a swimming pool. He was one of those semi-popular kids who tagged along with bullies but usually didn&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Top Milk</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For many years when I was much younger, I only drank Top Milk. Even today, home for holidays and family functions, I&#8217;m accused of refusing to drink anything but. I&#8217;m sure there are a number of you wondering, &#8220;WTF is Top Milk?&#8221;
Being that my mother was a quasi-hippie-turned-yuppie, our house had the (mis)fortune of enjoying [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fight Club</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The first rule of fight club is that there are no rules. I learned this the hard way. 
Back in the elementary school days, I found myself in a number of scuffles. Mostly these were the result of a few bullies not realizing that they shouldn’t pick on people bigger than themselves.  Those playground [...]]]></description>
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