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| The glass-fronted beach house overlooking the ocean from a high bluff in Oregon belongs to the family of the 2nd wife of our next door neighbor here in Seattle. Bruce and Connie--who used to live here in the place we rent-- invited us down there for the weekend and so we went. The house is fully furnished and there are plenty of old LPs and lots of books to peruse as the surf pounds dully outside and bourbon cracks one's ice. I read Horton Hatches the Egg and had no trouble with it except a little bit at the end... I could accept an elephant sitting in a tree for 51 weeks, being kidnapped by a circus, then hatching a hybrid flying bird-pachyderm, but why the greedy ring- master would then restore both big-eared moneymakers to the wild just didn't make sense. Oh well, as this little family seen pedaling down the middle of Highway 101 on our return trip demonstrates, strange things do occur. |
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