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Miracle at Science Plaza Campus visitors marvel at the bouquets arranged in the chain link fence surrounding the statue of Isaac Newton in Science Plaza. Some are surprised by the fence itself. Who puts a statue of the father of physics in a cage like a cockatiel? The fence has been in place for five years and it seems more ordinary with each year, yet the questions continue and the flowers reappear the week of the Spring Equinox. “For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction!” Ed...

Campus visitors in the early spring marvel at the flower bouquets arranged in the chain link fence surrounding the statue of Isaac Newton in Science Plaza. Some are surprised by the fence itself. What college cages the father of physics and celestial mechanics like a cockatiel? The fence has been in place for five years, and it seems more ordinary with each year. Yet, the questions continue and the flowers reappear the week of the Spring Equinox. “Every body perseveres in its state of rest, o...

With one eye in the natural world and one in the supernatural, Mother was quick to notice when something was going wrong. “There’s no word for what I have because normal people don’t have them,” she told me. “I call them blinkies. They come quick as a blink and faint as angel breath -- blinkies.” She wondered why I didn’t have blinkies too, since I was her son and was home schooled, and especially since I had her brown eyes. I tried, and she tried to teach me, but I was blinkie-blind. I never...

Telli Trujillo bent over to look closely at the top of the display case. “Who leaves these goddamned fingerprints everywhere?” he said, his words ringing hollow in the empty room. He moved the tip of his fat index finger over the surface, scowling at the cloudy smudge it left as it smeared the marks underneath. He drew his lips into a tight pucker and looked out the front window. “Customers are dogs pissing on fire hydrants.” Eighteen months at MoPhones and Telli had lost all enthusiasm for h...

When I was six years old, I rode with my mother on the bus to the grocery every Wednesday after school. In those days all the businessmen riding the bus wore white shirts. Most of the time they wore suit coats over the white shirts, but during the hottest parts of summer they carried their coats over their arms. It was the uniform, the fashion set by IBM I suppose. I noticed the white shirts many times and one day every man on the bus had one on. “Why do all the men wear white shirts?” I aske...