Nick….Washington 1980

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The wind comes rippin’ down the Columbia like a hurricane. One time, I come across that bridge over by Wishram. Was on a flat car and had two blankets over me. Had ‘em tucked under my feet so’s they wouldn’t get blown off. Soon’s the car hit the bridge, them blankets was gone. Stripped ‘em off a me like sombody’d yanked the sons a bitches.