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The evening shifted off its foundation at the news. Even the Eskimo wouldn't enter the building. Andrick wouldn't be coming. Sick. (Or broken by the marathon.) Kudos to both Rachel and Becca who waded through the murky disappointment and gave us a fine reading. Gene filled in for frank, reading his 99 Flowers and others. For Bloom's own poems, Avery blew sax from the other side of the bookshelves. Still, not quite a birthday celebration without the Birthday Boy. Get better, frank.