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By Jack Joseph Smith

strawberry milkshake, and go licking my lips again out across Beverly Road and over to the five and ten cent store run by another thick eyebrowed jew who pushed you out his red door if you walked around too many counters with your eyes up and your head down. After awhile, when I became a weekend part of the street, I couldn't even get past the red door. Except during yo yo season at the begining of spring, when I would walk in yelling, I want a yo yo with my hands in my pockets and a gleam in my eye knowing that his sigh would mean that he was at a loss for words and I would the master boss during our one moment of the year. Beverly Road was the begining of a reality world voyage that would be interwoven with a childs fantasy perception lasting for the coming few years. Lincoln school was at the lower end of Mount Lebanon where one of the working mens towns began. It was a grammer school ending at the sixth grade level. Cat Man was in sixth grade and was said to be sixteen years old. He ran the school and I learned alot as a child watching him move within the little boys and girls making sure nobody ever picked on anybody smaller than their own size. Nobody seemed to know where he came from and it was like he just dropped in from outer space every day. He had long black hair and a square tight face like that of a down to it street kid. He was faster than all the Lincoln bums who were mostly his age or even older and he was the only one I ever saw jump off the Lincoln wall. There he was crouching over the edge with his hands wrapped around the iron fence behind his back. He was looking out over the wide dirt field like an eagle when he sprang with his hands far out into both sides of the sky. He went down fast and rolled when he hit the dirt and then turned his body up without looking at any one of the people watching and

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Beverly Road becomes the opening of a lasting reality voyage, and Lincoln school takes shape under the legend of Cat Man, a mysterious older boy who rules by force, speed, and protection of the small.

Cat Man is built like a local myth, part street kid and part guardian, and the child watches him with the same intensity once reserved for imagined figures in the field. School is no longer just institution here but a stage where power, style, and justice can be read in bodies.

Claude

The boy's status on Beverly Road is comic and seasonal: barred from the five-and-ten by 'another thick eyebrowed jew' once he becomes 'a weekend part of the street', he reclaims power only at 'yo yo season', striding in to be 'the master boss during our one moment of the year'. The page then frames the whole stretch as 'the begining of a reality world voyage' braided with 'a childs fantasy perception', and builds the legend of Cat Man - the sixteen-year-old sixth grader who polices fairness so 'nobody ever picked on anybody smaller', who 'just dropped in from outer space every day' and leaps 'like an eagle' off the Lincoln wall. The ethnic label is part of the source voice and preserved as written.