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...probably seemed like a better candidate for cloning when Mister Sterling was conceived. Sterling (NBC, Fridays, 8 p.m. E.T.), from ex--West Wing producer Lawrence O'Donnell, stars Josh Brolin as a political naif appointed to fill a vacant Senate seat. Populated with more straw men than an Iowa cornfield--sleazy lobbyists, nosy reporters, cynical legislators--Sterling plays safely down the political middle, making its stiff title character an independent. Like a timid primary hopeful, it has few convictions beyond pandering to viewers' feelings of superiority to all those bad people in Washington...
...course, in a cornfield, in the dark, I was startled. After I was dead I thought about how there had been the light scent of cologne in the air but that I had not been paying attention, or thought it was coming from one of the houses up ahead...
...December 6, 1973, it was snowing, and I took a shortcut through the cornfield back from the junior high. It was dark out because the days were shorter in winter, and I remember how the broken cornstalks made my walk more difficult. The snow was falling lightly, like a flurry of small hands, and I was breathing through my nose until it was running so much that I had to open my mouth. Six feet from where Mr. Harvey stood, I stuck my tongue out to taste a snowflake...
...Harvey said it would only take a minute, so I followed him a little farther into the cornfield, where fewer stalks were broken off because no one used it as a shortcut to the junior high. My mom had told my baby brother, Buckley, that the corn in the field was inedible when he asked why no one from the neighborhood ate it. "The corn is for horses, not humans," she said. "Not dogs?" Buckley asked. "No," my mother answered. "Not dinosaurs?" Buckley asked. And it went like that...
...mother sat on a hard chair by the front door with her mouth open. Her pale face paler than I had ever seen it. Her blue eyes staring. My father was driven into motion. He wanted to know details and to comb the cornfield along with the cops. I still thank God for a small detective named Len Fenerman. He assigned two uniforms to take my dad into town and have him point out all the places I'd hung out with my friends. The uniforms kept my dad busy in one mall for the whole first...