I was literally awakened by something preying on my mind. I sat bolt upright in bed and said, "We never found out what happened to those vanished pigeons!" My wife stirred. She'd heard me use that tone of voice before at around that hour in the morning, usually to say something like "Did we forget to drain the pipes?"
Seven or eight weeks before, I'd read in the Washington Post that on a single autumn Monday, 2,500 homing pigeons, competing in two completely different races in Virginia and Pennsylvania, had vanished into--well, into thin air. Some people, it almost goes without...
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