by Dale—Age 48—Bowling Green, KY It was 1983, I was twenty-four, betwixt and between, and damp summer Sunday mornings found me sliding from my Haight Street futon before the diesel buses finished their night shifts. By 5 a.m. I’m hand-mixing twenty-four pounds of flour with water, salt, baking soda, phospholac, and yeast, greasing rings like [...]
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