Tommy
I thought VJ might put up more of a fight about going to the pond. It wasn’t a real big bit of water, but a spot in the stream where Doc had built a dam and let water pool as a swimming hole in summer and a skating rink in winter.
Doc’s pond had been a popular place to gather when me and VJ had been growing up. Many a Scout and 4H campout, and later bonfire date, and later still kegger met at Doc’s where the adult supervision included Doc and his wife and whatever parents wanted to stick around and shoot the s**t with them. Most times the groups of kids didn’t even realize we were being supervised, because the adults stayed far enough up on the surrounding banks to be almost invisible. The place held more nightmares than memories of good times for me.
VJ glanced at the sky. “You s
