In the summer of ’85,  in Mark-Twain-renowned Calaveras County, California, I entered a frog-jumping contest. Well, technically, I wasn’t the one jumping. I plucked a promising-looking fellow out of a wooden tub, like a yanking a big juicy dill from a pickle barrel. The frog smiled at me with big round eyes, and croaked, “Rip […]


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