THERE WAS A MAN

THERE WAS A MAN on my lawn. I saw him through the window. He was sitting with his legs straight out in front of him, hands in lap, back very erect. I armed myself with a baseball bat, went outside. “What are you doing here?” I said. He smiled and said: “ I am Right Angle Man.” Relieved that he was harmless, I laughed, said: “Where is your cape?“ He looked up at me. “ I am not a superhero. Are you with the Yankees? ”

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