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My brother called me “young grasshopper.” He practiced tai chi years before it became a fad. He vanished in 1972, two days before shipping out. Today he would be 68. When I was 21, I drove his ancient VW bug in search of him.
These are facts.
He became a roadie for Fleetwood Mac.
He ate donuts with Elvis the eve before Elvis died.
He was the graffitist known as El Doro.
He penned a novel if read backwards includes the lyrics of all Beatles’ songs
He watches Kung Fu and recalls, sometimes with regret, “young grasshopper.”
These are myths.
end 3/9/2017 (100 words)