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Unformatted text preview: orado Springs. While Hank stood on the crumbling bank, giving an impassioned speech about the watershed protection group that he’d
helped to organize, telling me about holding ponds, landscaped greenways, and the virtues of permeable parking lots covered in gravel, I lost
track of his words. And I thought: “This guy’s going to be governor of Colorado someday.”
Toward sunset we spotted a herd of antelope and roared after them. That damn minivan bounced over the prairie like a horse at full
gallop, Hank wild behind the wheel, Allie and Kris squealing in the back seat. We had a Chrysler engine, power steering, and disk brakes,
but the antelope had a much superior grace, making sharp and unexpected turns, about two dozen of them, bounding effortlessly, butts held
high. After a futile chase, Hank let the herd go on its way, then veered right and guided the minivan up a low hill. There was something else
he wanted to show me. The girls looked intently out the window, faces flushed, searching for more wildlife. When we reached the crest of
the hill, I looked down and saw an immense...
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This note was uploaded on 02/25/2014 for the course MGMT 120 taught by Professor Litt during the Spring '08 term at UCLA.
- Spring '08