Pulling Up Stakes
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Utne Reader March / April 2007
Frances Lefkowitz, from the Sun
We arrived between midnight and morning, both too late and too early to wake up the friends whose house we would stay at while we looked for a place to live. My dad parked on the street, on a block with more empty lots than houses, under the branches of a huge metal radio tower. My mother climbed in the back with us, my father stretched out on the front seat, and the five of us slept until a cop banged his fist on the truck window to wake us up and tell us there was no camping on city streets and we had to move on.
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This essay is part of a forthcoming book, How to Have Not: A Memoir, by Frances Lefkowitz, FrancesLefkowitz.net. Excerpted from the Sun (Nov. 2006). Subscriptions: $36/yr. (12 issues) from Box 469061, Escondido, CA 92046; www.thesunmagazine.org.
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