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Sounds Right

Dick Francis, another one of my Old Man’s favorite writers, is dead. The name felt special to me as a kid. Dick Francis. I can’t explain why, exactly. Maybe it was the two first names. It sounded sure, terse, precisely what amystery writer’s name was supposed to sound like. I didn’t know that he was British until years later. What I recall were the book covers–the Dick Francis paperbacks in the Old Man’s library all had horses on them, or something to do with horse racing and robberies. I didn’t understand how horses figured with stealing only that they’d make a good getaway vehicle.  

Here’s the obit in the Times.

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1 Toxic   ~  Feb 16, 2010 9:05 am

According to Toxic family lore my uncle Les was the only one cheering Devon Loch's fall in the '56 National, cause he had a bit on ESB.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OiY7WVdcp3Y

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