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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

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I stroll past Riverside Park – yep, that’s along the Des Moines River – letting thoughts wander, as if reciting ancient Latin: “Carpe diem, amici mei!” I’ve had many an odd encounter right there. Strolling along; sometimes I even catch a whiff of destiny (and, er, the river’s eau de toilette too).

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