Autism Spark Notes

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These kids are blessed with terrific good looks--tall and straight, with big dark eyes,
glossy hair and a movie staffs smile-but this wasn't what was turning heads. Some of these
kids were not actually walking towards the line at McDonalds; some were running and
somehow skipping at the same time. And the kids were looking and smiling directly at
everyone they passed with their fingers in their ears, their elbows flared out on either
side. And, further baffling the bourgeoisie, they occasionally stopped and flapped their
hands. I was all too aware of the faces of the people we passed. Some smiled, even laughed
appreciatively, at their obvious joy at McDonalds. Some nodded to me sadly and knowingly:
"Ah, I know how hard their lives are," they seemed to say. Some flinched in exaggerated
horror as though from some ghastly space alien from Warner Brothers. Others were cool,
spotted them far off and pretended not to see them when they passed. Still others were so
used to such surpassing weirdness that our little show came nowhere near their threshold
of surprise.

One reaction, however, was more puzzling to me than all the others. I have come to think
of it as "The Look." The passerby's face becomes still and thoughtful. The eyes become
narrow, like those of the cunning psychiatrist in an old movie when he asks a patient what
the inkblots look like. A hand goes up to the lips and, shifting into field anthropologist
mode, the eyewitness stops and stares and nods silently as though making a mental note to
write this one down in the journal. It's a locked-on-target look. A piano falling onto the
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