Smoke Gets In Your Eyes...

Who can load a pistol? The Candy Man Can....

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(“This is called black powder, Bob. A teaspoon of this stuff can blow up a tree stump.”— “What About Bob?”)

She cautiously twisted the knob and nudged open the front door. Something was amiss. Just this morning, there had been a living room here. A chartreuse shag carpet, a knick-knack shelf, and a Baldwin upright piano.

Now, there was nothingness.

Let me back up for a moment. It was 1967, the day after Easter, which is an important detail in this story.