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jungle fatigues-and what I had mistaken for splotches of grease or oil were in fact the camouflage markings. It was one of the few parental rules from my childhood that remained unbroken, except once-by Owen. I'VE NEVER EVEN BEEN ON A TRAIN! DON'T YOU THINK I MIGHT LIKE GOING ON A TRAIN-TO THE MOUNTAINS? he yelled. By the fall of ', when we entered Gravesend Academy, Owen seemed very sophisticated to me; the wardro

Then Pastor Merrill exhorted us through that familiar psalm: The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and thy coming in, from this time forth for evermore. It was very expensive-I was just trying it out. In the hall, behind Owen, an anxious crowd had gathered. He flung open the vestry door, the baseball in his right hand, and he blinked into the blinking yellow light at the corner of Tan Lane and Front Street.