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Oh, Deer!



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Rich, I can dig these deer detectors (though I fear the prospect of dectector mandates tacked on as a rider on some national-security bill in the next Congress). You haven’t lived until you have encountered five deer just standing on an exit ramp, asking–begging–to be hit, a huge deal, Red Americans, if you are but a score miles away from the Big Apple. (Luckily the driver (NOT me)–the steadiest, best driver alive–was all grace under pressure.)


Is the rumor true–deer are from Canada?



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