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We were talking about Snoopy.  “He hangs out on top of a dog house, is a writer, pretends he’s flying a plane, and has a yellow bird friend Woodstock.  That’s all I know,” I said.  “Is that all there is, to know?” Ming said something about the plane. “It’s a tri-plane?” I asked.  “It’s a… Read More »