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Director's Note: I've invited the grandmother of Samuel Grey to my apartment for lunch. She has kindly agreed to share his story in a shorter summation for us. Grandma Jay, as she prefers to be called, is the mother of Samuel's father, Richard. She has no formal education, but served for many years in the National Literary Foundation and Formal Brigade of Matriarchs. Her specialty lies in the dying art of story telling, and she claims her biggest influence is Peg Sayers of the Great Blasket Island. The gregarious woman seems to fill the room as she sits down on my couch, cup of tea in hand. Without nary a pause, she delves into reliving the past. - g.m. gardnerGrandma Jay: On one late May afternoon, in Tucson, Arizona a rare and special event occurred. You see, two baby boys were delivered into this world on that fine and bright day. You may be asking yourself what's so wonderful about all that, so sit back while I tell y'all. Ever heard of the term doppelganger? It's explained above, so you really should. Slacker.g.m. gardner- At this point Jay lights herself a cigarette and sits back. The gleam in her eye is unmistakable.My grandson is named after the Colonel Samuel Fitzgerald, a well-known soldier round these parts. That other boy they named Samuel "Sammy" after some kind of Protestant. Never really caught on to the whole saga. Anyway, take these two boys, doppelgangers in the truest sense of the word, and put them together in the same town for seventeen years? Unprecedented! The two Samuel's grew up together, and at first things were downright chipper. In fact, I never for once thought that I would.... well, I suppose we'll save that story for another day. The one I'm telling y'all right now occurred during those turbulent years of high school. Remember them? No kind of peace for most people, but especially for my Samuel. There was just never any kind of settlement for the boy, frustration always mounting over Sammy's position in the eyes of Tucson and things along those lines. Perfectly reasonable, he was just dealt a tougher hand in life is all.In accordance with state law, every high school in Arizona must offer some kind of senior project before they send the children out to the wolves. In the case of Tucson High School, in this particular year, the prestigious men and women of the board elected to enroll their students in a study of how to clean up homelessness in our fair city. I agree with Samuel on this one, when he adamantly disapproves of participating. After all, why don't the fluster bags at city hall come up with something on their own? Playing one of his patented pranks, Samuel decides to "clean up the homeless" by gathering them up and bathing all them flea bags in our local YMCA pool! Ol' Jay thought it was a pretty clever form of rebellion, but not everyone shared in my view. The boy's principal, Hannigan, was one of the naysayers. I ain't saying anything bad about the woman, she's probably decent and respectable, but honestly! When Sammy overheard her discussing the project with Samuel, he went and assumed that she was praising the absurdity. Doesn't say much about the boy's intelligence, but I swear that's the way it went down.What does that rapscallion Sammy go ahead and do with his misinformation? Runs right to his home away from home, of course, the Tucson city council. Bunch of dusty mothballs inhabit that cheese factory, from Mayor Robbins who wouldn't know his nose from his toes to the Deputy Mayor who might as well be stuffed and hung from a wall, all the purpose he serves. OK, maybe I'm being a tad harsh on that group, but it ain't like it's entirely unfounded. See, when Sammy ran in front of them declaring my Samuel's idea as a winner, they swallowed it up. After all, Sammy was quite well known and respected in that circle. Lord, these events seem like such a distant memory, but they did change us all forever.As the plan was approved, god only knows how, Sammy went ahead and put his resources to work. During his weekly news segment "Grey Matters", he unveiled this bomb of ingenuity. Oh, be sure it backfired on the boy and made things an awful mess. My Samuel was plain unraveled by the ordeal, to say the least. Not really caring much for Sammy to begin with, this intellectual thievery burned him to the core. Modesty aside, I came to his aid and brought up a story I hadn't thought of in quite some time. Just trying to help, mind you, I recalled the story of a GI during World War II who experienced life's strongest blow. I call it a vicious lick, when the fates just refuse to give and you, excuse the language, get screwed. I warned my grandson to always choose his paths wisely but remember at the same time that occasionally they are already chosen for you. I think it hit home, and he calmed down a bit. On the other hand, Sammy only grew in frustration and anger.Upset over the mockery he brought upon himself, not to mention the Mayor's reputation, Sammy acted swiftly and with malice. He lashed out at my son, Richard, who earns a living by selling medicines of a more natural and holistic base. Calling my son a fraud and liar on his news show, Sammy effectively ended Richard's business. We were all understandably shaken, but Samuel took it the worst. He knew that Sammy was lashing out to enact some sort of revenge. Through the usual means, Samuel obtained a gun to scare Sammy into taking the news report of the air. Not exactly the avenue I'd have suggested, but my grandson has always been a bit headstrong in matters like this.Now, I ain't one for ruining the ends to good stories before you had the chance to witness the full account yourself. But, I will give you a hint. Things ain't what they seem most of the time, and when they are, you best watch out! You see, there is such a thing as cosmic clarity, to which I subscribe heavily. Events do not happen by accident, people are where they are for a specific reason. So, when two people of the identical cosmic plane meet on this physical one, it is destined to be cleared. I can relive these events today for y'all, but it sure ain't easy to do so. I suggest you view the full happenings, and decide if I'm right or just some old woman with a few antiquated notions.g.m. gardner- At this point, Grandma Jay gets up to leave. Wrapping her shawl tightly round her neck, she exits my small apartment much the same as she entered. A strange woman, to be sure, but a fascinating story I simply could not pass up on.