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August 21, 2020

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Don Z. Block

Two of my six dogs turn their hound noses up at bones and focus their teeth on the many stuffed animals in the family room. The floor is always covered by what looks like snow. Even before a stupid and vicious liar commandeered the oval office, we have lived in a dog-eat-stuffed-animals world. In the event of a natural disaster--floods and big winds have been taking huge chunks out of my neighborhood--both dogs and stuffed animals would have to be rescued, probably by boat. What would be left when we reach a shore?

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