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open range, not as a cow of course, but

our home was the only one for miles. I

was used to flat, sagebrush covered

land. To me, every city street looked

the same.

I let Donna drive, partially because

I was not used to SUV’s borrowing the

front bumper of my Toyota pickup as a

fender ornament when they changed

lanes, and partially because I had

absolutely no clue where we were

going. As luck would have it, the

directions she remembered were under

construction, and soon we were

hopelessly lost. She found a gas

station, and I gallantly went in to ask

directions.

We were already a half hour late, so

it was with great relief that I learned we

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