CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
September 19, 1997 |
A friend on the Westside answered a knock at the door and found himself facing a private detective. "Do you have a dog named Newt?" the private eye asked. (That's not the name the detective used; I'm keeping the real name secret to protect the hound's innocence and to keep myself from being bombarded by angry owners of dogs named--oops, almost gave the real name away.) Anyway, my friend said he didn't have a dog named Newt. But he pleaded guilty to the next question: Did he have two teenagers?