This is how three U.S. citizens in far lands caught the spirit of the Christmastide last week:
Before the last star has faded on the horizon, on every day, seven days a week, Alex Johnson, 60, a husky (212 lb.), balding man from Miami, gets up, pulls on his khaki working clothes, leaves his stilt-legged house at the Tha Pra livestock station in the depressed northeastern sector of Thailand. Tha Pra, a corrugated plateau where the soil is poor and the people poorer, is a bumpy, 300-mile, two-day journey from Bangkok. It is...
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