The Permanent Neighborly Record
Tim Torkildson writes: “Subject: The Terrible Antones.
“One spring morning, in the year 1962, Jimmy Antone was in a terrific butting mood. Something had got his goat, ruffled his feathers, waved a red flag, and he was rarin’ to start butting. This was his standard reaction whenever he got mad. I was there, and saw it — and narrowly missed being butted in the stomach myself.
“I have no idea what set Jimmy off. All I know is it wasn’t me.
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