Chico (third from right, fourth row) only went to the “Y” because his mother made him; she claimed it would help hone his socializing skills. In Chico’s mind, he was doing just fine socially, and when he swam in the creek by himself, there was no one peeing in the water.
Lester was sorely disappointed; the blue contacts were irritating his eyes so badly he had to get rid of them. He had really wanted the Frank Sinatra look–“Old Blue Eyes”–but it wasn’t going to work. The ophthalmologist thought maybe the mud was the problem. Glasses were just sooo not cool and were hard to keep on when underwater, but calling the wrong girl “Honey” because he couldn’t see clearly wasn’t going to work either.
Somehow, Matt’s boat began taking on water, and the bilge pump wasn’t big enough to keep up, so Matt decided he’d just swim to shore. As he got closer, he realized those were not rocks. . . . . . David, Sf.G.
