" I knocked on 217, curious to see what she looked like all dressed up, Sami was going to be another half hour and I said I would go and get Kitty as...I was ready and had nothing to do. "Who is it?" came the reply. "It's me, Bob." "Oh, come in, I'm nearly ready." I walked in and got the shock of my life, there was Kitty, stood in front of the long mirror, not a stitch on, even on her head!!! The spiky, short, blond hair she had on this afternoon had been a wig - she didn't have a hair. ..at least, I did... I can't really remember leaving the bar (a dive that serves u******e k**s like us) or how I got home, but they dropped me off at my house. I guess I staggered in and up to my bedroom. I don't remember what time it was, but it was late, because no one else was up from what my drunken mind remembers...Not my parents, or my sister. Everything else was a blur, until I woke up the next day...I don't want to say the next morning, because I'd be stretching the truth a bit there -. After evening formation we stripped down to our skivvies to give our shoes a mirror finish and talk about our weekend. Seeing the tape across my exposed chest brought another round of speculation about the beating I had taken on Saturday. Craig ridiculed me, saying the tape was just for show so I could get out of marching and football practice. I was sure he knew better; missing out on football practice was torture to me but I remained silent. He and the others wouldn't have believed that I had. But I had loved the wilderness as much as he did and the time to visit there again seemed right. In a way, visiting this area again made him seem closer. On the way north, I stopped at all our old favorite places along the way. I stopped in Hinckley and had a fried cinnamon roll at Tobies. I had dinner in Duluth at Grandma’s Saloon and sat out on their deck and watched the big ships pass under the Aerial Lift Bridge as they entered and left the harbor. Finally that first day, I spent the night.