081313 #copperhead I still think of him standing up foolishly in the bow end of that stupid canoe. I still think of that, and the way every tree and pebble glided by, every rush, every minnow, every lost bracelet now glinting under history's sun at the bottom of a swimming hole that no-one swims in, the kids, the kids, do they do that anymore? Does anyone get naked in the river now, the way we did?