On an August Day...

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.

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