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free_write: 10 minutes.
Reaching out. Beam reach. Spinnaker puff puff puff. Spinnaker puff puff puff. Those were the cards in the game Regatta we used to play.
I would have Steve Robbins over on a Saturday afternoon and we would play a couple games of that before we went over to the golf course and played 18 holes. We both liked Regatta. I hated golf. But I liked Steve. He was one of the moderately well-liked people at school. Quiet but popular. Well, not popular in the way that outgoing people are, but everyone liked him. I think. I did. His mother, Marilyn, was one of my mom's friends. She was the secretary at the high school. I liked Marilyn.
In 1984 Steve died in a car accident on the way home in the wee hours of the morning on Father's Day. ( Death, creation, and getting a job. )
free_write: 10 minutes.Reaching out. Beam reach. Spinnaker puff puff puff. Spinnaker puff puff puff. Those were the cards in the game Regatta we used to play.
I would have Steve Robbins over on a Saturday afternoon and we would play a couple games of that before we went over to the golf course and played 18 holes. We both liked Regatta. I hated golf. But I liked Steve. He was one of the moderately well-liked people at school. Quiet but popular. Well, not popular in the way that outgoing people are, but everyone liked him. I think. I did. His mother, Marilyn, was one of my mom's friends. She was the secretary at the high school. I liked Marilyn.
In 1984 Steve died in a car accident on the way home in the wee hours of the morning on Father's Day. ( Death, creation, and getting a job. )
