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		By: Neil Hendrickson		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Irb Richardt was my neighbor, as I lived just a couple of hundred yards away on Somerville Rd.  A kind man.  When his blind father was still alive and Allen Rd was unpaved/gravel, they had a mean dog that chased me on my bike and almost caught me every time, always scaring me.  He had an old school bus, painted light blue, that he drove up to his place in upstate NY, by the name of, as I recall, Little Russia, which amused us both. I once wrote his forest management plan, so he wouldn&#039;t have to harvest trees, only maple syrup.  Many, many memories...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Irb Richardt was my neighbor, as I lived just a couple of hundred yards away on Somerville Rd.  A kind man.  When his blind father was still alive and Allen Rd was unpaved/gravel, they had a mean dog that chased me on my bike and almost caught me every time, always scaring me.  He had an old school bus, painted light blue, that he drove up to his place in upstate NY, by the name of, as I recall, Little Russia, which amused us both. I once wrote his forest management plan, so he wouldn&#8217;t have to harvest trees, only maple syrup.  Many, many memories&#8230;</p>
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