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i pulled into the empty driveway of my grandfather's empty house. the residents currently residing in florida; as far away from their family as they can get. getting out of the car i turned to adam & commented on the feeling i had that us being there was breaking some code of ethics. we all laughed & finished unloading the trunk. fishing poles in hand, we trudged through the trails behind grampa's house. our paths led us to beavers swimming through glassy water, a small bridge running over it. casey said that's where we should fish. "it's where the current is," he told us. in went the fishing lines & out came an array of massive sunfish & largemouth bass. i tried to find salamanders, but it's too early in the year for such adventures. the smoke from murch's lit cigarette wafted in front of me. "the smell of cigarettes & nature will always bring me back to summertime," i told them all.