I ran into these friendly characters the other morning during my daily constitutional. Curtis and Barry looked like they needed some exercise so I conducted them on a steep climb over Jake’s Saddle in the hills behind my house. Here we are at the top of the saddle. The trail drops down behind us giving the appearance that I am shorter than I am .
A good time was had by all. I couldn’t help bringing up the Coen Bros. movie, “Fargo,” now thirty years in the past. They had seen it, of course. But these boys had never seen the “The Man Who Wasn’t There,” my favorite of the Coen offerings.
Just this morning I found Every Coen Brothers Movie, Ranked. Synchronicity?
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