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""Leno and Maria: A Success Story"" by Vincent P. Cano - 1985

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the sun visor cut into the front rim, and smelling of creosote from the ties he had layed that day. No professors carrying their notebooks and smelling of British Sterling could even come close to filling his shoes. If it were not for you and dad. I would not even had a "chance" to try and get an education. Oh, better slow down for the light. Hey, look at that little old man, mother. He is getting ready to cross the street. I wonder what he is doing up this time of the morning. Maybe I should ask him if he wants a ride?"

"Oh, be careful, Vincent. Don't slide into him." She cautioned. "Poor little man.. he looks familiar to me. I have seen him some place before. he is so hunched over and there is a sort of calmness about him, isn't there? I wonder who he is?"

The few minutes it took the old man to cross in front of the car seemed like an eternity. I noticed that he left no footprints in the snow as one step slowly followed the other. Every so often, he would turn his head towards us and nod as a parent nods to his child who has mastered a new word. As he reached the other side of the street, I slowly pulled away with intentions of following his progress in my rear view mirror. Suddenly, a large gust of wind gathered up parts of the freshly fallen snow from the street in front of us, molding it into a white funnel. As the funnel increased in speed and size, it propelled itself passed my car door heading in the direction of the old man. I quickly stopped the car. 

"What is the matter, son? Why are you stopping? Is the car broke?" Mother asked with alarm. 

"Mother, didn't you see that? All that snow headed for that old man. Didn't you feel the car shake? I better see if he is still on his feet." I answered as I searched for him in the rear view mirror. I set the gear shift in neutral, quickly pulled the handle of the emergency brake upwards to lock and stepped out of the car slamming the door behind me. A half a block away from me, I could see only a small hint of the large funnel of snow that had passed us only moments ago. I watched it as it quickly broke itself up sending its once enprisoned snow flakes every which way. However, there was no trace of the old man anywhere. I quickly returned to the car. 

"Well, is he all right? Mother asked. "You were not gone for every long. What was it?"

"He wasn't out there!" I answered as I released the emergency brake. "I don't know where he could have gone to in such a short time. Oh, well, we tried. We better get going or you will be late for work."

I pressed down on the clutch pedal, set the gear, and slowly pulled away. Yes, a small figure of a man, hunched as if the sky itself was resting on his shoulders. I'll have to remember that line. It just might come in handy some day. 

"Here we are, mom. right on time." I confirmed as I pulled into the driveway of the Mercy Hospital's emergency entrance. "Oh, don't take the bus home, mom. My last final is over at noon so I'll be able to puck you up at 

30.

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the sun visor cut into the front rim, and smelling of creosote from the ties he had layed that day. No professors carrying their notebooks and smelling of British Sterling could even come close to filling his shoes. If it were not for you and dad. I would not even had a "chance" to try and get an education. Oh, better slow down for the light. Hey, look at that little old man, mother. He is getting ready to cross the street. I wonder what he is doing up this time of the morning. Maybe I should ask him if he wants a ride?" "Oh, be careful, Vincent. Don't slide into him." She cautioned. "Poor little man.. he looks familiar to me. I have seen him some place before. he is so hunched over and there is a sort of calmness about him, isn't there? I wonder who he is?" The few minutes it took the old man to cross in front of the car seemed like an eternity. I noticed that he left no footprints in the snow as one step slowly followed the other. Every so often, he would turn his head towards us and nod as a parent nods to his child who has mastered a new word. As he reached the other side of the street, I slowly pulled away with intentions of following his progress in my rear view mirror. Suddenly, a large gust of wind gathered up parts of the freshly fallen snow from the street in front of us, molding it into a white funnel. As the funnel increased in speed and size, it propelled itself passed my car door heading in the direction of the old man. I quickly stopped the car. "What is the matter, son? Why are you stopping? Is the car broke?" Mother asked with alarm. "Mother, didn't you see that? All that snow headed for that old man. Didn't you feel the car shake? I better see if he is still on his feet." I answered as I searched for him in the rear view mirror. I set the gear shift in neutral, quickly pulled the handle of the emergency brake upwards to lock and stepped out of the car slamming the door behind me. A half a block away from me, I could see only a small hint of the large funnel of snow that had passed us only moments ago. I watched it as it quickly broke itself up sending its once enprisoned snow flakes every which way. However, there was no trace of the old man anywhere. I quickly returned to the car. "Well, is he all right? Mother asked. "You were not gone for every long. What was it?" "He wasn't out there!" I answered as I released the emergency brake. "I don't know where he could have gone to in such a short time. Oh, well, we tried. We better get going or you will be late for work." I pressed down on the clutch pedal, set the gear, and slowly pulled away. Yes, a small figure of a man, hunched as if the sky itself was resting on his shoulders. I'll have to remember that line. It just might come in handy some day. "Here we are, mom. right on time." I confirmed as I pulled into the driveway of the Mercy Hospital's emergency entrance. "Oh, don't take the bus home, mom. My last final is over at noon so I'll be able to puck you up at 30.