There’s usually a few houses every where you go. Even if it wasn’t prime tourist season yet, sailing from bay to bay stark naked could have gotten us arrested–that part of Michigan is sparse, but not that sparse.
We were stupid as fuck, looking back on it. At least, that’s the image that stuck, and it makes my memories of Kevin, especially the last one, feel weirdly religious. I asked the minister once, and he had sort of a long answer where he made it sound like it meant one thing one way but another thing another way, yet somehow I got the sense that it had something to do with light and revelation. I always wondered what it was, and I’m still not sure I know. Growing up, when I went to church, they would sometimes sing about the glory of the Lord.
