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Show RFVER "Big diesel truck tubes. They had paddles they'd sort of scull along." "Inner tubes," I said. "Jesus." We watched the wide Ohio, the waters flat and smooth in the now-still afternoon. I'd always heard that the Ohio was supposed to be blue, but so far the river had always been the color of the sea in a storm. "You know what," said Fred. "Sometimes I've got half a mind to just cut loose and go down the river myself. Leave all this behind. But I don't reckon I ever will." We sat a while longer, hypnotized by the broad river. I asked Fred what I owed him. "Nothing," he said. "Just be careful." -10- |