Tom and Frank had been the best of friends for thirty years since they were twelve years old in Lindenhurst, on the South Shore of Long Island. They were always in the same class at the local Catholic schools. One morning they went on their annual fishing trip at Captree State Park with their Knights of Columbus council.
As they sat down fishing, drinking beer, Frank said to Tom, “It’s been a long time there,booby!” Neither could help daydreaming about what lay beyond that lovely but entirely too familiar horizon.
The preceding contains some ingredients of my life. I lived in Lindenhurst for decades since I turned twelve years old. I went to Catholic school and was in that K of C council where half the members were named Frank & Tom. The council’s members went on many fishing trips at Captree State Park.