Tarzan and the Leopard Men of Liberia
Dag Walker Years ago in Mexico City I was having coffee at a sidewalk cafe when an old guy with a bad leg and a droopy moustache sat down beside me. Soon after, he asked me where I had come from. “London, “ I replied. He pulled the ends of his moustache and said, “Ah, America.” I was polite and said, “No, sir, England.” He was a bit confused. “Oh, yes,” he said, smiling and showing all his gold teeth. “By California!” The coffee was excellent. When I was…
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