In reading Franks story of the flamingos, it jogged a memory of practical joking gone wild between a buddy and me when we lived back in Victoria. Now Ed and I were good buddies; we had been so since he had emigrated to Canada from England back in the early 1970s. He had married a lovely young lady who we knew. She had gone over to England for a visit to some relatives and while she was there, she met Ed. She came home and they conversed back and forth over the next few months. Wouldn
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