I graduated eighth grade in 1968, 50 years ago. That summer I was invited to join my best friend Lynne, whom I nicknamed Bic, and her family at a place called Long Beach Island. I was excited to pack a small bag of clothes with all the important beach necessities such as my bathing suit, hat and hair dryer. I was especially glad to be getting out of my house and away from my father for an entire week. Summertime at home in Lincoln Park was especially stressful.

It was a hot summer morning when I walked two blocks to Bic’s house.