The fishermen descend almost before we even make it through the door of the rattletrap bar. They beg us for a game of pool, conversation, anything. The bearded guys hunched over their beers rivet their eyes on us. There?s a guitarist at the open mike who, as soon as he spots Annie, stops strumming and says, ?I?m dedicating this song to you.?
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