
-Amy, Casey, Luke and I on Beaver Lake in the oar boat. Photo by Steve Abbott.
-View on the hike back. Breathtaking.
Later that night Meg came knocking on my door concerned that a man had been mugged and was unconscious at S.J.'s front entrance. Without a moment to loose I replied, “hold on, I’ll grab my camera.” The guys stuff was thrown everywhere and at first I thought he was dead. We couldn’t make him move by talking or nudging him so Reece called 911. Turns out he was just really drunk. He put on a good show with the cops though. In a drunk rage he stumbled around, yelled and ranted about how the cops have nothing else better to do. As a result of his actions the cops handcuffed the man and he was placed in the cop car. Me and Reece watched from the side as he tried to kick out the car windows. Memories.
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