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I went to the Bill Rice Ranch in (or near) Murfreesboro, Tennessee - twice as a kid. I've had some memorable times and some strange times.
I've always been impressed with how, faced with a deaf child ("Ronnie" I think his name was), the entire family had picked up sign and had incorporated deafness into its industry.
The horse ride among the Native American graves is still my highlight of memories.
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