The Seasons of Friendship
The cartography of adolescence is a strange one. To walk it alone is to risk disappearance. To travel it with a companion is to discover the most ordinary coordinates, a church basement, a suburban pond, the vinyl upholstery of a borrowed car, can acquire the aura of legend.
For me, that companion was Joey Morrison.
We met in the pews of the First United Methodist Church in Ann Arbor, where our parents
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