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Anonymous said…Rafting on the Brandywine, finding a leech attached to my leg.
Leech stories always bring me back to the days when we hosted the 4th of Jamly picnics on the Schuylkill River back in the 1980s and at least two years in a row our friends Dave and Rich swam across the river and back in a race. Aside from the film of pollutants and stink, they usually came out with a fine collection of leeches in uncomfortable areas.
