Tracy Beckerman column: When yaks attack


Columns share an author’s personal perspective.*****I was sitting at my desk writing, with my trusty dog laying on the floor by my side, when all of a sudden, I heard this sound like someone was letting the air out of a tire. It went on for about five seconds and then stopped. I looked around the room to see if there was a gas leak or something … and that’s when I smelled it. It was like a cross between a toxic waste dump and a festering swamp. It was so bad my eyes […]  » Read More

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