on October 1, God is in his heven, the stock market stands at 10,140, most of the planes are on time, and Clayton Riddell, an artist from Mains, is almost bouncing up Boylston Street in Boston. He's just landed a comic book deal that might finally enable him to support his family lby making art instead of teaching it, H's already picked up a small (but expensive) gift for his long suffering wife and he knows just waht he'll get for his boy Johnny. why not a little treat for himself? Clay's feeling good about the future.
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