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  • Sawdust Stories

    Sitting Down in the Deep End

    It was an oppressively cold day in New York. The wind was particularly icy. I was huddled between my girlfriend and a posse of union organizers. By nightfall over 14 million people would have marched against the US invasion of Iraq all over the world. In New York City, it felt like at least a million of them were crowded on 2nd Avenue alone. Full story

    2013 Mar 29 David Hill Stuff
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  • Sawdust Stories

    A Predator's Guide to Breaking Up

    A sawdust joint is an end-of-the line kind of gambling parlor. It's a place without frills and pretension.This column will be about gambling and gamblers; about regular people who play games for money. Most won't be geniuses or savants. Some will win a little money. Many will los… Full story

    2013 Jan 18 David Hill Stuff
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