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If you didn't catch it before, the story behind this is that I took freshman composition from Joe Sanders when I was still in community college. After that, I took five more classes with him: SF novel, SF short story, Fantasy novel, Fantasy short story, and Contemporary Fiction. In at least four of these, I had to read "Bears Discover Fire" for credit. After reading it for about the fifteenth time, I wrote the following interpretation, with apologies to Terry Bisson, who has seen it; Joe evidently mailed it to him years ago.
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I was driving with my brother, the chaplain, and my nephew, the chaplain's son, on a highway just north of Fairchild Air Force Base when we got a flat. It was Sunday night and we had been to visit Mother at the Senior Center in Spokane. We were in my staff car. The flat caused what you might call knowing groans since, as the old-fashioned one in my family (so they tell me), I let the motor pool fix old tires, and my brother is always telling me to get radials because the Pentagon can afford new tires.
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I was driving with my brother, the chaplain, and my nephew, the chaplain's son, on a highway just north of Fairchild Air Force Base when we got a flat. It was Sunday night and we had been to visit Mother at the Senior Center in Spokane. We were in my staff car. The flat caused what you might call knowing groans since, as the old-fashioned one in my family (so they tell me), I let the motor pool fix old tires, and my brother is always telling me to get radials because the Pentagon can afford new tires.
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