In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"My street was so narrow only one car could move at a time, but it didn't matter too much, hardly anybody owned a c€tr. Everything was crowded on the street; the houses were smashed together with only alleyways separating them, the yards were small and never used, but every house had a big front porch. Sometimes when I was walking home at night, I'd be startled by the quick flash of light as my father, sitting in the dark, dragged on his cigarette."
The Angle: Vol. 1999
, Article 26.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1999/iss4/26