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The expression
Heinz 57 comes
from an old
advertising slogan.
In the 1890s, the
Heinz company
(famous for
ketchup!) ran
ads for Heinz
57 Varieties,
telling consumers
about their many
products. What do
you think it means
to call someone
or something a
Heinz 57 today?
This is a
real place.
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BY BOBBIE PYRON
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he rst time we saw
him, my little sister
thought he was a ghost.
In some ways she was right,
though theres not really a word for what he was.
Wed parked in the Ponce De Len Travel Park outside St. Augustine, Florida. Stop ve
in the longest family vacation ever. My family is okay, but after two weeks, being stuck
in a rented RV with my parents and little sister was getting old. Dad said we needed this
vacation, especially Mom, after everything that had happened. Maybe so, but I didnt see
how driving from Maryland to Florida would make things right, the way they used to be.
I sat on the picnic table watching what Dad called swamp fog creep from the forest
on the other side of the park. I wondered what my friends were doing back home. And then
thinking about home made me think about who wasnt there anymore. My throat tightened.
Nathan, look! Maggie said, her eyes wide. On the other side of the park, something
had wandered out of the misty shadows of the forest.
Maggie grabbed my hand. Its a ghost!
I squinted into the fog and pulled Maggie a little closer. Its just a dog.
The dog stopped about 15 feet from us and wagged his tail. He was mostly black, with
white on his feet and chest. He looked like a mix of everything. A real Heinz 57, as Grandpa
would have said.
The dog trotted over and looked at us with smiling eyes.
Who do we have here? Dad asked as he brought out plates of burgers and chips.
I dont know, I shrugged, scratching the small white star on the dogs chest. He just
wandered up.
Must belong to another camper, Mom said. She stood beside me and squeezed
my shoulder.
But there were no other campers in sight. Wed stumbled across this place when
What does this story say
about life and death?
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