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April 18, 1961: Talk about versatility. Today, Jim Murray writes about riding to hounds: “Here in Southern California, the traditions are being carried on by the West Hills Hunt Club, a doughty band of cavaliers who persevere against great odds. For one thing, the West Coast fox is an inferior being, little bigger than a common rodent, who has the rotten sportsmanship to climb trees to get away. For another, the coyotes substituted for the fox are too damn smart.” |
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Molly says she doesn’t think Larry is the hammock type. According to her, he’s as busy as a bee in a bonnet. We are wondering just how far the nearest Internet-connected computer is from his hammock?
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