Not to mention Peter Hughes and Keith Nagel, who loved the movies as I did.
Also Michael Wagner. (We won’t call him “Mikey” here, because he eventually grew to hate that.) If you can somehow read this, Michael, then know that you still inhabit the fine summer memories of this kid from the old neighborhood.
All the kids explored the woods. You left the path ahead of us, and are now finding the places that the rest of us can only guess about. Rest easy, Fellow Adventurer.