ENTRY TWO — May 21st 1986 Cat Ass Trophy: The Journey Continues The morning we left Amsterdam was warm and sunny. I remember being excited about traveling through the Dutch countryside — and seeing Marlike again (pronounced Mar-lee-kah). Would she have changed a great deal? Our train ride was uneventful, Miranda spending the entire time with her gaze directed out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of a windmill. I couldn't get a sensible word out of her, so I decided to order an Amstel Lager, read my magazine and enjoy the ultramodern train ride. The American newspapers and magazines were full of news about Jim Baker and Tammy Faye. Their glorious "empire" seemed on the verge of collapse. After a short time (Holland is not a big country), I noticed th
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