Garden
Two boys walk,
Searching for something...
...In your garden. Charcooal tracings
and random wanders among the weeds
and the snakes and the tall grass.
The orchard sits
across the barbwire fence, two boys
Learn a little while they still can.
A friendship grows after nurturing and sometimes then, only so much. Sandy Cohen drove his new sports car over to the baseball park to pick up Andy Beene from baseball practice. At the park, the Pilgrim’s Point Explorers baseball team had just finished batting practice. They were packing their gear into Mr. Driessen’s Pick-Up truck and talking. As Andy Beene, Patrick Kitchener, and Casey Hahn stood around Mr. Driessen, he discussed the upcoming district finals.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Cohen."
"Good afternoon, Coach Driessen. You ready for this weekend?"
"As ready as were going to be. You coming to the game?"
"I don’t think I can make it. I have some college prep courses I have to go to on Saturday morning."
"Don’t your classes end around noon. The game doesn’t start until 1:30. You won’t miss much," replied the coach.
Sandy had been a member of the baseball team since seventh grade, for the travelling team. As long as he knew, he had played in both the summer and winter leagues with these guys. He spent most of his time with this circle of friends. The only reason he didn’t play on the team this year was because he had been preparing for college and working part-time as a law clerk with his father’s law firm.
"I’ll see what I can do," answered Sandy.
"You can’t miss this. We’re playing against West Sharolle High."
"I’ll be there after the game, I promise."
Mr. Driessen locked up the back of his truck and drove off. Soon after he left, the rest of the team went their separate ways. Andy dusted off his jersey and got into Sandy’s car.
"You hungry?" asked Andy.
"I could eat," answered Sandy.
I’m in the mood to go to Hahn’s and pick up a double-decker and a chocolate shake."
"That sounds really good. I haven’t eaten there in awhile."
Sandy pulled up to the drive-thru, where Mr. Hahn stood in the window, ready to take their order. Hahn’s One-Stop was one part grocery store, one part restaurant, and one part general store. It’s biggest claim to fame was that you could get a malt, a muffler, and a dozen muffins without having to leave.
"Hey boys, did you guys see my son?"
"Yeah, he was at practice but I think he went over to P. K. ‘s house."
"That’s fine. What can I do for you guys?"
"We want two double-deckers, two chocolate shakes and an order of curly fries."
"Coming right up boys." Mr. Hahn closed the cashier window and went behind the counter. A few minutes later, he emerged with their food and handed it to them.
"Is there anything else?"
"No thanks. We’re fine, Mr. Hahn."
"Go Explorers!" Mr. Hahn shouted after the car began to pull away.
"Go Explorers!" Andy Beene shouted back. For Pilgrim’s Point, "Go Explorers" was the regular greeting during both the football and baseball season. The city lived and died with their high school sports teams."
Sandy Cohen’s candy apple red Toyota Celica sped down the highway and towards the town of Sharolle, which sat directly on the coast.
Just before they entered town, Sandy took an sharp right turn down Diley Road and went toward the Sharolle Cemetery. His car rolled up the gravel drive to the high end of a steady slope. As it stopped, there was a dead end and a pile of gravel limestone piled just there.
Sandy Cohen and Andy Beene got out of the car and walked around to the front side, sitting against the hood of the car.
Sandy set the bag down on the hood of his car and fished out his hamburger. He carefully unwrapped it, leaving the foil on the back half of the sandwich. Andy just ripped the wrapper off, crumpled it up and tossed it back in the bag. As Andy devoured his sandwich, bits of sandwich and steak sauce dripped out of the back end, spilling down his arm. After he finished his sandwich, he used a finger to squeegee the drippings off his forearms.
"I’m gonna take a walk. You wanna go?" asked Andy.
"Not yet. Let me finish my double-decker."
Andy grabbed his shake and went for a walk around the graveyard, waiting for Sandy to finish up.
"You’d never guess this is the same place, would you?" asked Andy
"No you wouldn’t," said Sandy.
Andy walked back along the gravel drive to the place where a separate drive broke off and circled back on itself, making a small loop. He investigated several of the gravestones. People had died a long time ago.
"The first time I came here was with Wendy Jackson," said Andy.
"You did?"
"She was the first one of us to discover this old cemetery. She brought me up here to do charcoal tracings for a school project."
"Charcoal tracings?" Is that what you tell her dad, too?"
"No, really."
"Did you do anything else?" Sandy asked.
"You mean ‘Did I get in her pants?’"
"Yeah."
"No. I’m a virgin. Like I said, we were up here for a school project. She was doing a report on Genealogy of the twin cities’ founders. I was sitting at home watching television. I was bored, so I said sure. We went from one cemetery to another all day long. We had a great time."
"Wait. Did you say that you’re a virgin?"
"Yeah."
But you’ve dated all the best looking girls in school. I mean, I just assumed."
"Well, I didn’t," said Andy.
Sandy had known Andy Beene for all his life. The Beene lived just down the street from the Cohens. They had gone on vacations with each other’s families and had shared a handful of classes throughout their lives. Sandy had even gone to Work Camp with Andy’s church group, participating in deep discussions about Jesus and his apostles during long weekends. It seemed crazy that Sandy didn’t know.
"Damn, I’m sorry if I got too personal," said Sandy.
"There’s no reason to apologize. You and I just never talked about it before."
"You didn’t find a girl you wanted to go to bed with?"
"I never found someone who wanted to be with me at the same time that I wanted to be with them."
"How about Wendy?"
"It’s different with Wendy."
"Why? Because her dad is a preacher?"
"It’s not that and it’s not because she’s religious, either. We talked about it. If there was going to be someone I wanted to lose my virginity to, it would be Wendy. With me going into the Army this summer and her going to college this fall, we just decided not to complicate things. It would be better if we just waited."
"How are you guys going to handle this summer?"
"We’re avoiding that topic. Every time I mention the summer, she tells me to quit being so negative."
"How do you think you are going to handle it, then?"
"I can’t worry about it too much. If she wants to go her own way, I’ll just have to accept it. If she wants to stay together, I’ll accept that, too."
"What about going overseas?"
"I’m not afraid of going active. I look forward to it actually. I’ve always wanted to serve my time in the military. Dad wanted me to join the Air Force, like him, but I spent the first half of my life as an Air Force brat. That was enough Air Force for me. I never wanted to fly in planes or fix them, like he did. I wanted to be involved in ground operations."
Andy stepped over an old barbwire fence lining the edge of the cemetery and zigzagged through the apple orchard at the top of the hill. Just beyond the apple orchard, sat a small round building with a large concrete dome. It was one of the observatories placed around Pilgrim’s Point by either N.A.S.A. or the college. Andy walked down the hill toward the building and sat on a bench.
"This is the place where Wendy first kissed me. She said I was too much of a gentleman and if she wanted to be kissed, she’d have to be the one doing the kissing."
Sandy laughed at the thought of it. Rumors about Andy had circulated around the high school campus. Now, it seemed they were all rumors and nothing else.
"It’s too bad you know," said Sandy.
"What’s too bad?"
"You found the cemetery and the observatory and you’re still a virgin. This place is like gold for getting a girls panties around her ankles."
"I’ll keep that in mind," laughed Andy.
They sat there a while longer, watching the sun begin to set.
"I was just thinking," said Sandy.
"Thinking about what?"
"Life."
"Ah...life. Heavy subject," said Andy.
"I was just thinking about how this was going to be our last summer together. I’m going to Brown and most of the other guys are going to Virginia or Virginia Tech."
"And I’m going into the Army..." said Andy.
"And you’re going into the Army. We’re going different directions."
"But that’s part of life," said Andy.
"We’ve been close all our lives. We’re closer than any other group of friends. Our whole class was close. It was special. I don’t want it to end."
"We don’t have a choice. We’ve been getting ready for this moment our whole lives. I’m excited by all this sudden change. If life didn’t change, it would be boring."
"I could use some boredom in my life," said Sandy.
"I could use more excitement," said Andy.
As a period at the end of the conversation, Andy pushed his back against the wall of the observatory, pried his body off the bench and walked back to Sandy’s car. As in all things involving Sandy and Andy, wherever Andy went, Sandy usually followed. They got into his car and returned to Sandy’s house, where Andy got out and walked the rest of way home.
"I’ll see you tomorrow," said Andy.
"I’ll see you tomorrow."