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Los Sures, Part 20: My Friend Adolph Who Was Dirty and Grouchy Like Oscar the Grouch and Kind of Like Groucho Marx, Too

I met my first best friend Adolph in kindergarten at P.S. 84. He was playing all alone, hanging the hand puppets by the neck with the cords from the Venetian blinds. These were hand puppets of a mom and dad and children and a doctor and a mailman. I asked