David tells the charming story of how he used to play house with a neighbor girl when he was six years old.

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Trash Can Alley
posted by David Leite | Thu, Jun 01 2017, 09:20 AM

Trash Can Kid

During the process of writing a book, so much material inevitably gets written, cut, added back to the book, and then cut again. It’s sorta maddening. This gem of a story was edited out of the final version of my memoir, Notes on a Banana, for space reasons. But I thought the innocence and playfulness of my childhood friend Gail Martin and I pretending to grocery shop deserved to be shared with others. We were all of six years old...

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