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Larry the Duck

One of my grandfathers was the sheriff of Tacoma. He was stern, awnry or cruel depending on who you talked to. Folks tried to kill him or at least scare him in a drive-by shooting at his home in the early sixties.  My mother was the only person downstairs and to this day won’t sit with her back to a window. My grandpa was not scared or dead.
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