A New York family decided to leave the crowded city and head for the wide-open spaces. They bought a ranch out West, where they intended to raise cattle. A month later some friends visited the ranch and asked if they had picked out a name for the place. Well, said the man, I wanted to name it the Bar-J and my wife wanted to call it the Suzy-Q, but one of my sons liked the Flying-W and the other preferred the Lazy-Y. So in the end we compromised and
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