His Name S Dutch Reagan
Might that be his scrawny figure running along the sidewalk, desperately looking up at me? Why does he throw his arms out in seeming supplication? Even as I stare down, the boy leaps and makes a convulsive contraction of his whole body, as though something has socked him in the stomach. Then he lands, straightens, and mimes a casual throw. A football fantasy! Perfectly acceptable by Dixon standards. But he better not pretend he’s Richard III....