It’s all about the confluence, really, and that narrow spit of land where the two rivers become one.

There’s a big rock at the end of it, and if you hang around there long enough something interesting always seems to happen.

One day when I was sitting on it, this girl paddled up in a canoe and asked if I wanted to help her search for the lost treasure of Roberto Clemente.

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