I graduated from high school in 1988 with fresh memories of John Hughes movies and synth-pop driven music. My diploma was the key to the door that would open the rest of my life.
Shortly after graduation, my friend Keith invited 3 of us to go to Lake LBJ in Austin to stay at his parent’s lake house. Keith’s dad was an attorney. I remember driving down and listening to Concrete Blonde’s “Joey” for the first time. It started my fascination with smoky lunged torch singing women. The five of us, Keith, Sam, K, me and Keith’s mom made the long trip to the hill country in a red suburban.
It was summer camp without counselors or … maybe it wasn’t camp. It was on the lake and a lot of fun. We water skied and fished a little and I watched the girl I had crush on since 2nd grade across the lake at her parent’s lake house. One evening their boat wouldn’t start so I swam over and helped them start it or something. Dude, I swam across a lake for a girl.
Sam is a big hunter, the walls of his office are now lined with his trophies of dead animal head and probably a caramelized fish or two. He’s a dentist. But before he was a dentist, Sam was 18 and fishing with a bow and arrow.
I’ll never forget Sam shooting a carp right between the eyes with an arrow. He did that all afternoon. The carp piled up on the shore. So many he had to bury them by the neighbor’s boat house. He got in trouble for that. He had dropped horse feed in the lake to get the carp to come to his hunting ground.
Illegal? No, at the time in Texas you could kill as many carp as you wanted without a license.
A day or so later, our boat got stuck on a sand barge. I think I pulled that boat in waist deep water for a few hundred yards. It was all fun.
That night my mom called and sounded funny. She told me she loved me and was excited about me coming home. I played Risk for the first and last time that night. I learned you really don’t fight a land war in Asia.
Somehow I was stuck on a Southwest Airlines flight back to Midland. My dad picked me up from the airport in my truck. I thought it was odd. A few miles from home he said, “I don’t want this to sound like a soap opera because it isn’t, but I’ve left your mom. There’s no other woman.”
I didn’t say a word the rest of the trip home. Somehow, they either escaped me or there was nothing to say or I was just angry.
A few weeks later I saw my dad in a movie with his girlfriend.
Keith went off to the Navy, actually the Naval Academy. I’m sure he’s un-sticking naval vessels from sand bars or something. Maybe he destroys Al Quida navy or something.
Sam, like I said, is a dentist … with dead animals on his wall. I keep telling my family to go see him when they need dental work. They don’t listen.
K, … happy and healthy doing IT stuff amazing me with the stuff he knows. K always thought Keith’s sister was hot. Maybe she was, either way she was too tall for me.
The girl across the water ended up marrying and having kids. Her twin sister had triplets about 10 years ago. The moral is never take fertility drugs if twins run in your family.
I wouldn’t mind a trip back to that lake 20 years later. I’d take a shovel to see if the fish bones are still buried by that doc. Maybe swim across the lake to see the twins parents, or sit under the big Texas summer sun at night and listen to frogs and boats and feel the breeze off the lake as it waves the mimosa trees.
Me? I’m still learning not to fight land wars in Asia.