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Searching for a Naked Lady By Jeff Simms I left the petri dish confines of Chicago searching for the story behind a blurry picture. Uncertainty escalated with each hard drop of rain that splashed my nearly opaque windshield. I feared the rising tides of the Quad cities; but I had to know the truth behind her obscurity. THE RAIN LET UP, THE CLOUDS WERE NEARBY, NATURE WAS READY TO SAY HI! The Hills of Iowa whispered their folklore, while the burrows smiled as I passed by. I was kissed by the Nebraska sun when I arrived at her doorstep. She...