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	<title>Comments on: Not an SUV</title>
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		<title>By: TRICIA BAYMAN</title>
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		<dc:creator>TRICIA BAYMAN</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 21:39:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[Oh, I forgot to say} You&#039;re right about the shoes. I wore Doc Martins. I would have died sartorially first class.</description>
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		<title>By: TRICIA BAYMAN</title>
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		<description>Years ago, having decided that the enviornment was being destroyed by, among other things, the automobile, I gave mine up. I made daily trips to the market by bicycle, though unburdened by the equipage seen here. I carried everything in a backpack. An unforgettable moment came one winter day when I was negotiating the most dangerous intersection of the entire trip. I was carrying gallons of various liquids in the backpack when they suddenly shifted to one side. The combined weight nearly knocked me to the street! Eventually I bought a jeep. But the enviornment is worse. I moved to Manhattan. Even a bike is unnecessary.</description>
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