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How Drabowski Became Famous

The last time I saw Drabowski was the afternoon of the big hailstorm. I was out in the yard checking for damage when he came by, his body all bruised, battered, his left foot dragging behind the right like a piece of luggage. And when I called out to see how he was doing, he threw up a hand and said he was fine, “a little sore maybe, but just fine,” and kept on going, past the dented pickup, the smashed glass, the power lines crackling like lightning, hobbling off into the late afternoon to join the rest of the wreckage.