Walking around the yard, doing D.O.M. type stuff this afternoon, I noticed a pigeon on my fence. I have not seen a pigeon in my yard in all the time I have lived here(10 years), so I knew something extraordinary was happening. I slowly walked up to him, using all my Chicken Whisperer techniques. He allowed me to go right up to him, then he flew down into the yard. We walked around the yard together for quite sometime(actually I was crawling along beside him). I noticed he had tags on both of his legs. After gaining his confidence, I picked him up and Vicki got a good look at his tags. I did a search on the net and found out he's from Vermont. It was one of the most magical moments of my life. Now a couple of hours later I find out Harvey Korman is dead, and it all makes sense.
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You ARE Jim Fowler
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