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Hutch’s birthday present to Starsky. “Hutch. Hutch. Hutch, wake up.” “Grummm, g’way, Starsk.” “Wake up, Hutch. It’s Saturday!” “Eve’ more of a reason for you to g’way.” Hutch burrowed farther under the covers until only the top of his head was showing. “It’s Saturday, March 28th, Hutch, and you promised.” Starsky pulled the comforter and its accompanying sheet down to… -
Hutch realizes he must take something apart so he can move on with his life. We were sitting on the porch, drinking beer, on a beautiful, cool, late spring evening. The sun had just slipped beneath the horizon, and the sky’s last dark magenta haze was slowly turning into a deep indigo blue. A few stars peered out from overhead.…