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TRICKER LAKE, TN
MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND, 1964
1This was sure enough the first big weekend that brings all the damn flakes out to Tricker. They show up in their dusty station wagons, draggin’ sticky little kids to the shoreline to eat bologna sammiches and try and catch catfish if they can’t afford a boat, or it’s doctors and lawyers in short shorts sportin’ their pale, hairy legs with their spoiled spawn struttin’ down the dock to their slips.
It’s sure hot enough to get out on the water, but not quite hot enough to stay in it for long. The bugs an’t all that bad yet, but the fireflies are dancin’ buttons of light at dusk and the June bugs, stupid as all hell, ram into the marina lights till they knock themselves out and land with a dry smack on the gravel launch. All the older rich ki
