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Stella called the raven trickster, because the trickster was he.

Now you can turn to a horse or a boat or a tree, but can you turn to bacon?

In the raven said why not?

Stella shoved them in a sack and she threw them in the pot.

The listener spooked, said, tuned.

From KQED and PRX, you've crossed over to spooked.

I didn't go to the funeral when Sal died.

I was a kid and I didn't know about stuff like that.

I wanted to say goodbye though.

My parents didn't know Sal or his wife Mary, but we lived just a few blocks away.

One day Sal told me to stop my bike and come put some oil on the chain because I make too much goddamn noise.

If you take care of these things, he said to the last forever.

Later he tightened my brakes, adjusted my seat higher.

You're a grown boy!

In this shaggy gray and black mustache, it took up most of Sal's face, no beard,

but a mustache like out of the movies, exploded under his nose, spilled down his cheeks.

He tinkered in his garage all day, arguing with Mary, who shouted warning from inside the house.

Leave that boy alone!

She said, he didn't want to talk to old people about cars.

He came here by himself and knows what he's doing.

Well, give him something!

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