I parked in Lloyd's driveway just after 11:00 PM. For weeks, I'd been up well before first light, a product of hunting pigs in the mountains of Northern California, and despite having nothing on the docket until breakfast with Lloyd at 9, I woke up at 5:30 and lay in the back of my GX460. I tried to fall back asleep but ended up just lying, with my head…
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