Article June 19, 1976 Issue

On an August Day...

Joanne Mazna Garinger

My old Mercury outboard cranked to a stop at Lee Cramer's dock. I waited, listening to my boat waves wash up on the beach.

He came out barefoot and grinning, carrying his portable radio and straw hat. Lee was seventeen and I was sixteen. He was my closest friend.

We zoomed out into the middle of the dreamy lake, and I cut the motor so we could talk quietly, alone. Almost every day that summer we went somewhere to talk and talk. About school, about music and poetry, about love and life, about all things happy and sad and deep. Only religion was left untouched. Lee told me once in confidence that he was an atheist. I said I was a Christian Scientist. That was that.

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