Zinsmeister And The Treacherous Eighter From Decatur

January, 1970

"You catholic?""Nope."The toadlike sergeant behind the desk at the Chicago induction center--where I stood naked in a line of naked men that must have stretched for two miles--hunched over my Yellow Form."You Jewish?""Nope.""OK. Yer Protestant." He stamped with a heavy hand on my form.Weakly, I protested, "Nope.""Whaddaya mean, nope? Y' ain't no Catholic or Jew." His BB-shot eyes tried to focus on me. It wasn't easy. He had th...

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