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As we started out for Atlanta, dog was our copilot.
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We felt compelled to stop here. However, we didn't feel compelled to lick any chickens.
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We know Java the cat. She's the world's largest feline protrusion.
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As we passed through Pennsylvania, we kept thinking of Duhey.
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We made it to the Stone Mt games on Saturday just in time for Neil's last set.
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He was nearly pleased to see us.
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... and L. Collier Hyams.
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We meet Minnow's husband Greg. Not only is he glad to see us, but there IS a rabbit in his pocket.
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The world's largest Lapin protrusion visits the summit of the world's largest granite protrusion.
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Fool on the
hill
granite protrusion.
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After we returned to ground level, the tramway authority
fumigated retired the car the Laird rode in.
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Behind the clan tents there was much room for meriment.
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Clan Gunn put up with us put us up.
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Pied the Piper MacRogue, aka "E.J. Jones," the Laird's Own Bombardier.
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Chris Range of Celtic Grove relaxes with a wee dram of the Laird's own private reserve Baoghaltan whiskey.
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An appropriately dressed young piping fan.
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