The year was 1965. Monday. It was two days after my junior year of college and I was driving up to Lake Wisconsin for one week of fishing. I had rented a cabin and a boat. We had been going up there ever since I was old enough to hold a fishing rod in my hand. My parents first agreed to my going alone when I turned seventeen under the condition that I call every night. Every summer
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