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<\/a>Charissa Bryce prepares for the Polar Plunge. Or is she a CIA agent watching you?<\/p><\/div>\n
<\/a>So this guy in the blue jacket enlisted the help of other people to untangle his rope. I’m not sure what he was planning.<\/p><\/div>\n
<\/a>I spotted him a little while later with a camera.<\/p><\/div>\n
<\/a>Uh-oh. He knows I’m watching him. Shortly after this, he put his camera away. What was he up to?<\/p><\/div>\n
<\/a>The Polar Plunge still hadn’t started. A bald eagle flew overhead. Naturally, since all birds of prey hate me, this is the best photo I got. Stupid bird.<\/p><\/div>\n
<\/a>He’s back taking pictures. I’m pretty sure he took one of me and is going to turn me in to the cops.<\/p><\/div>\n
<\/a>I suck at being a spy. This is the second time he’s caught me watching him. That’s why I work as a reporter at the Star-Herald and not for the CIA.<\/p><\/div>\n
<\/a>The Polar Plunge doesn’t start for fifteen minutes, but here’s a stick with some ice and a feather that Charissa Bryce found.<\/p><\/div>\n
<\/a>This German Shepherd looked like he wanted to jump into the North Platte River, but it is too cold for a dog such as this to be able to take the icy water.<\/p><\/div>\n
65 people jumped into the icy North Platte River at this year’s Polar Plunge. They do this to raise money – more than $14,000 this year – for Special Olympics Nebraska. I took some awesome pictures<\/a> and wrote a story<\/a> for the Star-Herald.<\/p>\n The Canada geese begin flying away. As the Polar Plunge progressed, they all slowly moved away from the humans.<\/p><\/div>\n This guy thought his dog needed to be kept warm. It was cold out, but it’s a husky. Maybe he was hiding the dog from the strange man in the blue jacket.<\/p><\/div>\n Super spy Charissa Bryce. She’s camouflaged really well. I almost didn’t see her.<\/p><\/div>\n The guy with the blue jacket is back, but this time he has a bullhorn. He used it to say something about the Oscars while Charissa was videotaping an interview. Someone told me his name was Jay, or Ray, or something.<\/p><\/div>\n I was introduced to Ray Richards a few years back at some event in town. Ray seems to be the emcee at all the events I cover. So, when I saw him at the Polar Plunge in 2015, I thought I would interview him as part of my story for the Star-Herald. But I couldn’t remember his name. I am terrible at remembering names.<\/p>\n I did the interview and then went to my old standby, \u201cCan you spell your name for me so I can make sure it’s right in the paper.\u201d This works great because so many people have different spellings of common names or have a difficult last name to spell. I don’t have to admit I’m stupid and forgot your name and we actually do get the right spelling of your name. So, he gladly obligied.<\/p>\n \u201cR-a-y,\u201d he spelled.<\/p>\n \u201cShit,\u201d I said to myself. \u201cI hope his last name is really hard to spell.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cR-i-c-h-a-r-d-s.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFuck,\u201d I thought. \u201cNow he knows I’m stupid.\u201d<\/p>\n Ray was very gracious. However, ever since then, he will randomly come up to me, offer to shake my hand, and say, \u201cI don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Ray Richards.\u201d<\/p>\n Sometimes, he will be laughing too hard and can’t get his name out. Yes, I’m a dumbass. But I never forgot Ray’s name ever again.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a>