this is the story of joe d miller.
joe was not born on the gold coast, or with a silver spoon in his mouth.
he was not born in cincinnati ohio, or in north las vegas nevada.
his father, jim miller, did not sell encyclopedias, and was not a jockey.
his mother, adele, born adele wliber, did not work at a nail salon, or behind the counter of a woolworth’s.
joe d had a brother, ray, who did not grow up to be a mass murderer, or a best selling novelist.
and he had a sister, peggy, who never married a billionaire, or a rock star, or a football star.
growing up, joe d did not play tennis or basketball.
he never had a best friend named duke, or a dog named roughneck.
he never studied latin, greek, or hebrew.
he never failed an algebra test.
he did not write poetry.
he never learned to play the piano.
he never played canasta, pinochle, or whist.
he did not have a job after school at the soda shop, or at a gas station.
he never had a girl friend named sally, or irene, or dolores.
when joe left high school, he did not join the marine corps.
he never traveled, in any capacity, to vietnam, kuwait, iraq, or afghanistan.
he did not drive big rigs across this great land of ours.
he never played the guitar on street corners, with either a hat or a paper cup on the ground in front of him.
he never married a woman named sandra, or had any children named peter, charles, or olivia.
he never appeared on the cover of time, or of rolling stone.
no organization of any kind ever named him “man of the year”.
neither “friends” nor “seinfeld” was his favorite tv show.
neither frank sinatra nor bruce springsteen was his favorite singer.
he never bought boxes of sno-caps or milk duds at movie theaters.
he never saved a child from a burning building, or a dog from drowning.
he never saved the world, or murdered anybody, or discovered a cure for cancer or any other disease.
he is not buried in a shallow grave.
he is not buried in grant’s tomb, or in lincoln’s tomb, or under the white house lawn.
no one has ever written a book about him.
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