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    Walking through a state park near Miami, my wife and I saw a Cuban family enjoying a picnic as half a dozen raccoons begged for handouts. The family responded by tossing them bits of food and saying repeatedly, "Oye, chico, ven aca." (C'mere, boy.") I later confessed to my wife that my first reaction was: That's silly. Raccoons don't speak Spanish. 

    Richard H. Stout, Grove City, PA.

    Glen, one day while I was visiting with him, remarked about a radio preacher he'd heard earlier. "That was one of the best messages I've ever heard; he just did a tremendous job. Too bad you missed it, it was great..." After a pause his voice dropped and he said in a serious tone, "You know, he said some things I'd been thinking for a long time." (1985)