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My friends and I are so old everything reverberates. My lovely lifelong friend Mrs Johnson sends me a birthday greeting that encourages me to go buck wild but not too buck wild . When I was around ten, I thought my name was too plain. My large family was upstate in the country on vacation. There was a neighbor dog named Mitsy. I saw him one evening in our yard and forgot that on the other side of our large screened in porch, my family was finishing dinner. I felt like I was alone and commanded the dog - Mitsy come to Buck. Big howling ensued from inside the house. It became intergenerational family lore and I recalled it today when I opened the card from my dear companion.
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