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Very late one night, with the sun just peeking through the Boston skyscrapers, we put all differences aside and promised to meet in Baja (why Baja, I don''t know) after we had graduated. Amid daring speeches and solemn oaths we signed our names on the wall committing ourselves to launching the real thing--the real Utopia--no matter who we became in the between years. Back at the ranch house, wife Alice Koupal gets e-mails from the Angus Association with updated EPD stats on their cattle and downloads that to the Palm Pilot. She has data on 2,489 animals in the system now and can manage the information with a push of a button, rather than by pushing a bunch of paper.Chore timeProducts that add an extra hand at chore time score big on the nation''s livestock farms. 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