Back to the lake February 23, 1986
The first time I came to this place was with Pauly and Hank, walking intoxicated up the road from Berchtrand’s island We had some idea that we might find Richard though at the time I did not recognize just who it was we were looking for. This was the summer back in the early 70s maybe 1972 or 1973 when the three men of late great fabulous 60s were aching from spoiled romance. We were drunk and giggling after having just made fools of ourselves on the bumper cars in which I was frozen solid during the whole experience no not frozen confused. I couldn't make sense out of the machine I was driving. I pushed this pulled that and did not connect each action with what the machine did. Pauly had a different approach maybe even a sense of urgency that made him operate his machine with skill unmatched, his whole purpose seemed dedicated to not getting hit, spinning the wheel, pushing the accelerator if it was one twisting through the small space left between other machines. Ha...