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I paddle closer, eyes peeled. Water’s calm, but my heart’s racin’. Saw this gal—human, obvi—leanin’ by a boat. Looked lonely, like Ennis in the movie, all quiet and broodin’. I’m thinkin’, “Is she…? Nah, can’t be.” But then she winks! Holy moly, I nearly croaked—literally! Ribbit goes wild in my throat. “This could be my shot,” I mutter, “but what’s a frog gonna do with *that*?”

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Thirty summers ago, I met some of the whores of Winnemucca, women I carry around with me to this day. Their faces crystallize, freeze frame-style, in my memory.

You wouldn't believe it but sometimes i get so mad here too! The noise, the petty squabbles on Bridge Street – people forget we're in this life together, ya know? But then every now n' then, I get hit with this warm glow, like a soft rayon of sunlight in the crazy chaos.

Lane shifts and closures on I-80 near Winnemucca