On the first morning of summer vacation, Mom burst into my room, flung open the curtains, and demanded I wake up and get dressed. Groggy and squinting from the explosion of unwelcome sunlight, I coaxed my twelve-year-old limbs over the edge of the bed and inserted them, one by one, into the garments strewn at its foot, assuming I was being rousted for Saturday waffles. Instead, Mom shoved a dollar in my hand and dispatched me to the Thriftway on a suicide mission.
These words comprise the opening passage of Ron’s prize-winning personal essay published in the Summer 2016 Edition of The Coachella Review. You can read the entire story by clicking On Top of Old Sparky.
© 2017 Ron Dulaney
rondulaney.com 
Great story. I loved it.
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To my readers. Thank you for your kind and encouraging comments.
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I put that in the same company as A Christmas Story only you didn’t shoot your eye out. Very entertaining Ron.
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If this isn’t the best thing I’ve read lately, it’s right next to it…
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Loved this story Ron!
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Wonderful story, Ron. You transported me back to going to the barbershop with my dad to see Joe.
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So charming, Ron!!
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I love this story. Well done, Ron!
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