National Affairs: Frank & the Bird

Pearl River, N.Y. is only 22 miles from Times Square, but it is fully as quiet—or was until last week—as Moccasin, Mont., Husband, Pa., or Clam, Va. Last week, as everyone in Pearl River will remember ("You can say that again, Mac")—as everyone in Pearl River will remember, Frank Perkins, a peaceful, pippin-faced youth of 21, went crow-hunting along the brackish banks of the Hackensack River.

Hardly had he gotten out of his car, .22 rifle in hand, when he spotted a crow. The crow flew. Frank followed, patiently afoot, past fallow fields, thin...

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