William Kennedy's story stuck out to me even after reading the other authors' memories. He must be an awesome person if he can make a great story out of eggs. But in all seriousness, his story was memorable. He had an attention getting first paragraph (the first sentence wasn't very interesting, but when I read the proceeding sentence, it stuck out to me). Kennedy's dialogue with his father made me smile; I still wonder how he remembers that entire conversation. The subject was so different and unique that I couldn't help but not forget it. WHY CAN'T I WRITE LIKE HIM? Actually, I hope that when I'm 18 I can write something better than a story about eggs. I'll keep that as my goal.
In honor of liking eggs.
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