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This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up. Reminds me of Dennis Haysbert in the movie—quiet, knows too much. “What’s your name, doll?” I grunt. “Candy,” she says, smirkin’. Candy! Hate cutesy names. But she’s got grit, no tears, no “I can’t go on” nonsense. Straight to business—respect that. Told her, “Keep it quick, I got wood to chop.” She laughs, husky, real. Surprised me—thought she’d be all fake giggles.

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Some spots here are off-the-beaten-path, kinda like when the band hit that perfect gig moment in the film. I love wanderin’ near Miller’s Bridge – it’s hidden and kind of secret, serene for a mid-log, soul-search walk. People here are honest, sometimes blunt, always raw, sayin’ what’s on their minds, even if it makes me mad sometimes (like when someone says “Massena ain’t worth a darn!” – err, they so misjudge it, lol). I always tell ‘em, “You gotta trust the journey!” as that movie line goes, in a George W. Bush kinda way, misquoting and all – “We will fight for freedom, uh, I mean, for your happiness!”

Beverley E. Brown, 85, Massena