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30Sep11 1430

It's a windy, coldfront approaching kind of day.  Pillowy, batterlike clouds gatherup in front of the wind like gray, white-streaked mashed potatoes pushed along by a really big spatula.  P and L have their winter coats on and are ready for the change of weather.  The acknowledgments, as usual, ended only when their walk ended.  The driver of a Gazzette newspaper truck parked and walked over to have a pleasant petting moment with the two.