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Being able to talk to those brilliant, dedicated people at that table gave me to realize they can see into the future of medicine. Genes loom large.

I guess it never would have happened if Raymond hadn’t sold his cows. The Star Valley Beanfield War, I mean.

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When Paul finally got home he saw that his cows were out. Probably in search of water. With the dog’s help he managed to get the migrating cattle back into the barn lot. He headed for the well.

Cyndi Lauper & Friends: Home for the Holidays presented by AT&T heads to the Beacon Theatre on December 9, 2017.

 Dobell was a threetime winner of the Archibald Prize – in 1943, 1948 and 1959 – and won the Wynne Prize for his painting Storm Approaching Wangi in 1948. 

They split us into teams. Mine was called Custer’s Last Chance and Bugle Corps. They hauled us out into the beautiful, rollin’ grain fields in Tripp County halfway between Dog Ear and Old Lodge Creek. Very quickly we formed into a cohesive family unit. If you’ve ever seen a troop of baboons high on bus fumes, you’ll be able to picture it. We lined up in a company front at the end of a milo field. It was as straight as a cracked windshield. At the signal from Wes, our team leader, we invaded the field with the precision and practiced skill of the Houston Oilers backfield coming ashore at the Bay of Pigs!

Lemoore is a town of twenty-six thousand, built originally on the shore of Tulare Lake, which was once the largest freshwater body west of the Great Lakes. Nineteenth-century settlers drained and diverted the lake for agriculture, and today there’s no sign that it ever existed. The old town center is sleepy, leafy, angle-parked. It’s laid-back in a way that no town on the California coast can match.

Clair hired out to Bob punchin’ cows. Clair soon realized it was more like working at a wild game park than a cattle farm. Two square miles of rollin’ western Minnesota pasture. Bob never knew how many cows he had. “It doesn’t matter if you count’em in the Fall,” he’d say, “It’s what comes back in the Spring that counts!”

The RS badge has graced many fast and furious (and famous) Audis over the years. Who could ever forget the iconic, Porsche-built Audi RS2 Avant?

Other x-rays have shown me my cranium, with its recognisably ridged nose, my chaos of teeth, pitted with the stark geometry of fillings; I’ve seen the spread bones of my hands, the linear metatarsals of my toes, the neat socket of my ankle. But never this, before now: the astonishing twinned halves of the sacroiliac region.