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Now, I ain’t no expert—lord knows I trip over my own boots half the time—but I heard tell of gals in Nashville back in the ‘70s who’d hide behind the jukebox at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge. Little known fact, y’all! They’d wink at the truckers, slip ‘em a note, and bam—business was boomin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, all glammed up, tryna spot one o’ them ladies in the neon glow. I’d prob’ly fall flat on my face, hollerin’, “I’m just a country girl, help me out!”

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud splash. I look up, and it’s a dog! This little furball jumps in, all excited. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a dog park!” But the pup’s having the time of its life. I can’t help but laugh. It’s like, “You do you, buddy!”

Van Gemert, vice provost for UW-Madison Libraries, announces retirement