Quarry Hill
"What are you doing tomorrow?" It seemed I had asked this question
100 times already during the summer.
"Nothing, hey lets figure something out now, so we don't sit around
doing nothing tomorrow morning!" Was the reply I got from my friend Rudy.
My other friend, Tom, jumped up onto the hood of his 1979 Camero Z-28.
This was the unspoken signal that we would all stay under the stars and
contemplate for a while. I decided to take a seat on top of the back of my
mother's car. "Well, what are we going to do, guys?" Rudy must constantly
be thinking of new things because he didn't even appreciate the moment of
almost absolute silence. Tom gave a half laugh which said either "I've got
no ...
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in agreement. "Come on Tom, lets go to the
Quarries!" Rudy said to get a response out of him. Tom -- still in his
"quiet mode" -- looked Rudy right in the eye, blinked, gave a half laugh,
and smiled.
"Well, all right. It's 1:00am, I think I'm going to go to bed now."
I was getting bored with the silence, and Tom wasn't going to move into his
hilarious mood, so I figured that I'd get some rest for once. Tom and Rudy
got in their respective cars, said some final words to each other, and then
the silence was killed by the roar of the '79 Camero's big block 350 engine.
I casually walked into the house, shut and locked the door, turned off the
lights, and went to bed.
The next day I was awakened by the telephone. I rolled over, sat up,
and answered. "Hey, Tom and I are coming down now." It was Rudy, his
voice was lower than normal, so I could tell that he just woke up as well
most likely by Tom knocking on his door.
"Aight, I've just gotta take a shower, get ...
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I put the car in park, rolled up the windows,
got out, and locked the doors. I realized that I was carrying my bathing
suit and towel, and asked Rudy where his were.
"In my backpack, I've got enough room if you want to put yours in as
well."
"Yeah, that'd be cool, I don't want to carry it." Rudy opened his
green backpack and I stuffed my stuff into it.
"Hey, Tom, you're not gonna swim?" Tom shook his head and said "No."
I started to walk across the street. "Where yah goin?" Rudy asked.
"There's a path over here, that starts at this Christian place or
whatever. We just have to find it."
"And what if somebody comes by and says 'Hey you kids, what are ...
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