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S P O R T I N G C L A S S I C S 6 3 I was dreaming of Argentina when the telephone rang. Dreaming of the peso taking a beating, dreaming of ten-dollar T-bones cut from the best beef on earth, ditto the two-dollar wine, the bread, and salad. Dreaming of the street- corner tango dancers, the girls with eyes and legs and rumps to make a deacon come out the church. The shopgirls at quitting time, all up in second skin Levi's making 40-inch strides, high-heel boots clicking and clacking along flagstone sidewalks of Boca, the old town, Lots of folks gave him particular hell, but none of them had ever been to Argentina, so far as I could tell. As Twain once noted, "Some men can avoid temptation if the woman lacks in attractiveness." Can't say if the electorate read Twain either, but once the dust settled, they elected him to ith hopes of shooting doves in Argentina, the author is prepping Number Two of three boys in his care in the fine art of handling a double gun and the rudiments of speaking Spanish. W o r i z o n s H Roger Pinckney He was dreaming Argentina and shooting Carolina, and teaching Number 2 to shoot palomas. their long woolen scarves flapping in their wake. Young women cannot show cleavage in Argentina, so they compensate. They catch the gringo eye and you catch theirs and that dark fire flashes and you know they saw you even if they won't let it show a second time. You might like to follow but you dassan't. You remember my buddy the governor, who got Appalachian Trail mixed up with Argentinian tail and slipped his security detail in South Carolina and flew to Buenos Aires?