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My father flew into Santa Barbara to stay a couple weeks at my brother Matt's house, so I drove down there to see him and the rest of the gang. Nancy and I took Pop to the beach art show, where he bought a watercolor. Pop goaded Matt into building a redwood deck. Matt and Luke and I finally shot the gong. Matt won the motorcycle racing championsihp.
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