Fish On w. Rizzo

Sullivan Every summer our family of five would visit the beach and enjoy time together playing in the ocean, building sand castles, and enjoying the standard mini golf, arcade, boardwalk rides.

Sullivan Every summer our family of five would visit the beach and enjoy time together playing in the ocean, building sand castles, and enjoying the standard mini golf, arcade, boardwalk rides.

walked into Mr. Tracey's history class, his hazel eyes scanning the room for a familiar face. Spotting an empty seat next to a skinny boy with long hair, he made his way towards it. "Hey, is this seat taken?" J.E.B. asked, flashing a charming smile. Rizzo looked up from his desk, his eyes squinting with a mischievous grin. "Nah, man, it's all yours. Name's Rizzo," he replied, extending a hand.

Sullivan Every summer our family of five would visit the beach and enjoy time together playing in the ocean, building sand castles, and enjoying the standard mini golf, arcade, boardwalk rides.

This year my parents wanted to try something different and booked a dude ranch in the catskill mountains in upstate new york. My dad’s partner on the joint narcotics task for raved about the place and the vacation of a lifetime that their family experienced.

Tracey's Class As the class settled down, John couldn't resist the urge to prank Rizzo. He had brought an egg cream to class and had added a secret ingredient - a dash of baking soda. Trying to contain his laughter, John shook the bottle vigorously, causing it to explode all over Rizzo. The class erupted in laughter as Rizzo sat there, covered in the frothy mess. Mr. Tracey, trying to maintain his composure, scolded John while secretly stifling a chuckle. "John, that's enough! Clean up this mess," he said, pointing to the dripping egg cream. With the oppressive heat of the summer weighing on them, J.E.B., John, and Rizzo decided to embark on an adventure. They hitchhiked their way to the Lollapalooza Music Festival, standing on a dusty country road in Stanhope, New Jersey, their thumbs outstretched. After what seemed like an eternity, a rusty pickup truck pulled over, and a kind old man offered them a ride. The boys squeezed into the back, sharing excited whispers and laughter as the wind rushed through their hair.

This year my parents wanted to try something different and booked a dude ranch in the catskill mountains in upstate new york. My dad’s partner on the joint narcotics task for raved about the place and the vacation of a lifetime that their family experienced.

This year my parents wanted to try something different and booked a dude ranch in the catskill mountains in upstate new york. My dad’s partner on the joint narcotics task for raved about the place and the vacation of a lifetime that their family experienced.

We pulled up to the main lodge on a Sunday ready for a jam packed week of rustic outdoor adventures. The brochures were chock full of photos outlining activities like archery, horseback riding, and smores at dusk by the campfire. Heck, they even had a mini golf course like the boardwalk that you could play as many times as you pleased.

We pulled up to the main lodge on a Sunday ready for a jam packed week of rustic outdoor adventures. The brochures were chock full of photos outlining activities like archery, horseback riding, and smores at dusk by the campfire. Heck, they even had a mini golf course like the boardwalk that you could play as many times as you pleased. The first thing I thought as we made our way through the musky lobby was that this place was very quiet.

"J.E.B. Nice to meet you," J.E.B. said, shaking Rizzo's hand. He couldn't help but notice the pretty brunette sitting in front of him. She turned around and smiled, her eyes sparkling.

We pulled up to the main lodge on a Sunday ready for a jam packed week of rustic outdoor adventures. The brochures were chock full of photos outlining activities like archery, horseback riding, and smores at dusk by the campfire. Heck, they even had a mini golf course like the boardwalk that you could play as many times as you pleased.

The first thing I thought as we made our way through the musky lobby was that this place was very quiet. My two sisters and I peaked into the dining room when we heard plates drop only to discover a lone waiter picking up after himself. If this was prime season, where was the staff and all of the smiling families like we saw in the brochure.\\\xxx.

My two sisters and I peaked into the dining room when we heard plates drop only to discover a lone waiter picking up after himself. If this was prime season, where was the staff and all of the smiling families like we saw in the brochure.\\\xxx. There were other red flags like the extremely narrow staircase up to our room, the even more musky smell of our bunkbeds, and the flies that seemed to swarm around our much needed lunch in the dining hall but the excitement of being on vacation just sort of went over our heads.

The first thing I thought as we made our way through the musky lobby was that this place was very quiet.

The music festival had been a whirlwind of sights and sounds, with J.E.B., John, and Rizzo losing track of time. Exhausted, they found themselves outside the concert grounds, curled up on a rock in the pitch dark. Heather, J.E.B.'s older sister, had been looking for them all night. Concerned, she stumbled upon the boys, her heart melting at the sight of their innocent slumber. Gently shaking them awake, she scolded them while trying to hide her smile. J.E.B.

“We came here for the outdoors right?” my dad said as he raised his drink for a pre-meal toast. My mother and father were civil servants and this was the only vacation they could afford. Packing the car and leaving wasn’t really an option. My mother, an always positive kindergarten teacher, did her best to keep the smile on her face even as she waved frantically to keep the flies off her sandwich.

and John spent their summer days clearing out the overgrown Laurel Park fields. Armed with weed whackers and lawn mowers, they tackled the long grass and weeds, sweat dripping down their foreheads. As they worked side by side, J.E.B. and John shared stories and dreams, their laughter echoing through the woods. With each swing of the weed wacker, they created a space of their own, a sanctuary away from the noise of the world.

My two sisters and I peaked into the dining room when we heard plates drop only to discover a lone waiter picking up after himself. If this was prime season, where was the staff and all of the smiling families like we saw in the brochure.\\\xxx.

There were other red flags like the extremely narrow staircase up to our room, the even more musky smell of our bunkbeds, and the flies that seemed to swarm around our much needed lunch in the dining hall but the excitement of being on vacation just sort of went over our heads.

“Can we go check out the pool?” i pleaded after scarfing down my overcooked cheeseburger. “Sure thing. Your mother and I are going to finish up unpacking.” “Anne Marie, go with your brother so that he doesn’t get lost.” My oldest sister Anne reluctantly followed my sister Kathryn and I out the back door onto the ranch. The pool was closed and appeared that it hadn’t been open in years. The water was murky green and vegetation was growing out of the corners.

“We came here for the outdoors right?” my dad said as he raised his drink for a pre-meal toast. My mother and father were civil servants and this was the only vacation they could afford. Packing the car and leaving wasn’t really an option. My mother, an always positive kindergarten teacher, did her best to keep the smile on her face even as she waved frantically to keep the flies off her sandwich.

John had grown tired of the monotony of his job as an ice truck driver. The long hours and repetitive routes had taken a toll on him. Determined to make a change, he walked into his house, his heart pounding with nerves. He found his parents in the living room and took a deep breath. "Mom, Dad, I've decided to quit my job," John announced. Their expressions turned from surprise to concern, but John stood his ground, explaining his desire to pursue something different.

There were other red flags like the extremely narrow staircase up to our room, the even more musky smell of our bunkbeds, and the flies that seemed to swarm around our much needed lunch in the dining hall but the excitement of being on vacation just sort of went over our heads. “We came here for the outdoors right?” my dad said as he raised his drink for a pre-meal toast. My mother and father were civil servants and this was the only vacation they could afford. Packing the car and leaving wasn’t really an option. My mother, an always positive kindergarten teacher, did her best to keep the smile on her face even as she waved frantically to keep the flies off her sandwich.

It was similar situation with the mini golf course. It was open but all of the obstacles were broken or rusted out. The archery xxx consisted of a single target on the backside of the stables. The entire place wreaked of horseshit. By the time we returned to the main lodge, my father was already trying to negotiate an early departure and any kind of refund. My sisters were complaining to my mother as my father returned from speaking with the manager, clearly frustrated. “Why don’t we see if there’s an afternoon horseback ride we can all take?” My mother was clinging to a hope that something could salvage the day.

“Can we go check out the pool?” i pleaded after scarfing down my overcooked cheeseburger. “Sure thing. Your mother and I are going to finish up unpacking.” “Anne Marie, go with your brother so that he doesn’t get lost.” My oldest sister Anne reluctantly followed my sister Kathryn and I out the back door onto the ranch.

“Can we go check out the pool?” i pleaded after scarfing down my overcooked cheeseburger. “Sure thing. Your mother and I are going to finish up unpacking.” “Anne Marie, go with your brother so that he doesn’t get lost.” My oldest sister Anne reluctantly followed my sister Kathryn and I out the back door onto the ranch. The pool was closed and appeared that it hadn’t been open in years. The water was murky green and vegetation was growing out of the corners.

With his parents' support, John walked into Irelands' 32, a cozy pub known for its live music and friendly atmosphere. He approached the manager, a stout man with a warm smile, and asked if they had any openings. Impressed by John's determination, the manager offered him a job as a barback. John's eyes lit up with excitement as he imagined the new adventures that awaited him behind the bar. Word had spread about a legendary house party in Haverstraw, and J.E.B.

It was similar situation with the mini golf course. It was open but all of the obstacles were broken or rusted out. The archery xxx consisted of a single target on the backside of the stables. The entire place wreaked of horseshit. By the time we returned to the main lodge, my father was already trying to negotiate an early departure and any kind of refund. My sisters were complaining to my mother as my father returned from speaking with the manager, clearly frustrated.

and John couldn't resist the temptation. They arrived at a house pulsating with music, laughter, and the scent of freedom. Navigating through the crowd, J.E.B. caught sight of a girl with fiery red hair, dancing like there was no tomorrow. He felt an instant connection and mustered the courage to ask her to dance. Their bodies moved in sync, the music guiding their every step.

The sun was shining and we all rode the beginner course which consisted of a large circle around the grounds. No one in my family had every really ridden a horse and we all had a blast. It was enough to carry us through the same menu of overcooked burgers and flies for dinner before hiking up to our room on the stairway of death. My dad picked up his negotiation with the weekday manager the next morning. We rose early to make sure we were out on the first group ride of the morning. There was another family already down at the stables when we arrived. We hadn’t seen them at breakfast so we assumed they either arrived this morning or were staying off property and taking day trip to the ranch. “Is that an option?” my sister inquired. My mom rolled her eyes, “smart.” The beginner course consisted of three laps around the property.

The pool was closed and appeared that it hadn’t been open in years. The water was murky green and vegetation was growing out of the corners. It was similar situation with the mini golf course. It was open but all of the obstacles were broken or rusted out. The archery xxx consisted of a single target on the backside of the stables. The entire place wreaked of horseshit.

Rizzo, always on the lookout for adventure, stumbled upon a hidden gem in the suburban neighborhood - Nordica Circle Pond. The small pond nestled amongst the houses became their secret oasis. With lily pads dotting the water's surface and rocks jutting out for fishing, J.E.B., John, and Rizzo spent countless hours diving into the cool embrace of the pond. It became their refuge, a place where worries disappeared and laughter echoed through the trees. One starry night, J.E.B.

By the time we returned to the main lodge, my father was already trying to negotiate an early departure and any kind of refund. My sisters were complaining to my mother as my father returned from speaking with the manager, clearly frustrated.

“Why don’t we see if there’s an afternoon horseback ride we can all take?” My mother was clinging to a hope that something could salvage the day.

Upon completing our first lap, one of the ranch hands made his way back to our family that was riding behind the aforementioned off-property smartpants family. “Would y’all like to step things up to the intermediate ride?” Apparently the family was bored with the loop and ready to venture out. My father looked at my mother who in then asked, “Is it dangerous?” “Oh no, we just go off on some trails and cross a few streams. The course is pretty much flat and we’ll get back in a few hours.” My mom gave my dad a worried but approving look and he snapped his head back at us, “You guys ready for this?” “Yeah!” The ride was pretty unremarkable. We were in the Catskills but we could have been anywhere in the woods. No vistas, no mountain or valley views. Just sort of plodding along on a trail through the woods. The most exciting part of the ride was apparently coming up. We would cross a small stream before making the turn back to the ranch.

“Why don’t we see if there’s an afternoon horseback ride we can all take?” My mother was clinging to a hope that something could salvage the day. The sun was shining and we all rode the beginner course which consisted of a large circle around the grounds. No one in my family had every really ridden a horse and we all had a blast. It was enough to carry us through the same menu of overcooked burgers and flies for dinner before hiking up to our room on the stairway of death. My dad picked up his negotiation with the weekday manager the next morning.

and John found themselves lying in J.E.B.'s backyard, staring up at the vast expanse of the night sky. The crickets chirped in the distance as they opened their hearts to each other. "I never thought I'd find a friend like you, John," J.E.B. said, his voice filled with gratitude. "Our adventures, the laughter, and the memories we've made... they're priceless." John smiled, his freckles illuminated by the moonlight. "Same here, J.E.B. This summer has been something special.

There was some kind of hold up while crossing the stream with the family in front of us. This caused a back up on the trail and we ended up waiting for about 10 minutes as one of the smartpants daughter’s horse would not budge from the middle of the stream. My parents had already crossed and were waiting for the last few riders of which I was included. One of the ranch hands grew frustrated and decided that we’d cross the stream at a point about twenty yards downstream from where the others it the group had already crossed. “Come on,” he said to me. “Let’s get you back up with your Maw & Paw!” I looked up the stream at the woman on her horse, still stubbornly refusing to move form the middle of the stream. One of the female hands had dismounted and was hold the horse’s reigns, attempting to lead it back to land. There was about a three foot incline that didn’t look steep until the horse needed to gallop up it to reclaim its footing. I noticed that the horse in front of me had almost tripped when it hoof stepped into what i believe was a sinkhole or some kind of animal’s burrow. The hand turned to me from the top and called, “Ok, your turn. Give em a poke to get him over to the shore.” The shore, how I longed to be back at the shore. My horse paused just before the incline. It seemed hesitant but as a novice, I assumed it was just getting its footing prior to making the last push up the inclinement. Similar to the hand’s horse, mine nearly lost its footing in borrow but before i knew it, we were safely on solid ground.

The sun was shining and we all rode the beginner course which consisted of a large circle around the grounds. No one in my family had every really ridden a horse and we all had a blast. It was enough to carry us through the same menu of overcooked burgers and flies for dinner before hiking up to our room on the stairway of death.

I'll cherish it forever." Inspired by their love for adventure, J.E.B., John, and Rizzo decided to organize a neighborhood bike race. They scoured the suburban streets of Stony Point, putting up posters and spreading the word among their friends. On the day of the race, the neighborhood buzzed with excitement. Families lined the sidewalks, cheering as the participants whizzed past. J.E.B., John, and Rizzo stood at the starting line, adrenaline coursing through their veins. J.E.B.

I looked over at the hand and still remember him uttering, “Fun right?” Just then my horse started to buck like a colt in a rodeo. I have no idea how or why but i somehow remained in my saddle. It was pure adrenaline at this point. The remainder of the group could tell something was wrong and the ranch hand quickly dismounted and was making his way towards me. Suddenly, my horse took off as if the gates had opened at Saratoga Race track. The forrest trees were wizzing by. The visuals reminded me of riding a xxs bike on the forrest moon Endor in Return of the Jedi. The horse seemed completely out of it mind and my extinct was to flee and not see how this ride would end. I leaped… BAM!

My dad picked up his negotiation with the weekday manager the next morning. We rose early to make sure we were out on the first group ride of the morning. There was another family already down at the stables when we arrived. We hadn’t seen them at breakfast so we assumed they either arrived this morning or were staying off property and taking day trip to the ranch. “Is that an option?” my sister inquired. My mom rolled her eyes, “smart.” The beginner course consisted of three laps around the property.

We rose early to make sure we were out on the first group ride of the morning. There was another family already down at the stables when we arrived. We hadn’t seen them at breakfast so we assumed they either arrived this morning or were staying off property and taking day trip to the ranch. “Is that an option?” my sister inquired. My mom rolled her eyes, “smart.” The beginner course consisted of three laps around the property.

couldn't stand by and watch as a fellow student was bullied in the high school hallway. With a surge of bravery, he stepped forward, blocking the bully's path. "Leave him alone," J.E.B. said, his voice firm. "We won't tolerate this kind of behavior here." The bully sneered, but J.E.B.'s determination didn't waver. The crowd watched in awe as he stood his ground, proving that kindness and courage could overpower cruelty.

My father was the first to arrive by my side. He cleaned the blood from my eyes and started to immediately ask me questions, “What’s your name?” “Where were you born?”. I was bleeding profusely from my head and it was difficult to tell just how bad my injury was. He carried me back to the stream so he could clean my wound and assess the damage. There were so many questions racing through his head. -why would frankie recommend this place? -why did we agree to the intermediate course? -why did my son’s horse apparently lose its mind? John was struggling to keep his eyes open as the blood started to coagulate. He whispered something but his father couldn’t quite make it out. He lowered his head to John’s lips in attempt to decipher his son’s message.

Upon completing our first lap, one of the ranch hands made his way back to our family that was riding behind the aforementioned off-property smartpants family. “Would y’all like to step things up to the intermediate ride?” Apparently the family was bored with the loop and ready to venture out. My father looked at my mother who in then asked, “Is it dangerous?” “Oh no, we just go off on some trails and cross a few streams. The course is pretty much flat and we’ll get back in a few hours.” My mom gave my dad a worried but approving look and he snapped his head back at us, “You guys ready for this?” “Yeah!” The ride was pretty unremarkable. We were in the Catskills but we could have been anywhere in the woods. No vistas, no mountain or valley views. Just sort of plodding along on a trail through the woods. The most exciting part of the ride was apparently coming up. We would cross a small stream before making the turn back to the ranch.

Upon completing our first lap, one of the ranch hands made his way back to our family that was riding behind the aforementioned off-property smartpants family. “Would y’all like to step things up to the intermediate ride?” Apparently the family was bored with the loop and ready to venture out. My father looked at my mother who in then asked, “Is it dangerous?” “Oh no, we just go off on some trails and cross a few streams. The course is pretty much flat and we’ll get back in a few hours.” My mom gave my dad a worried but approving look and he snapped his head back at us, “You guys ready for this?” “Yeah!” The ride was pretty unremarkable. We were in the Catskills but we could have been anywhere in the woods. No vistas, no mountain or valley views. Just sort of plodding along on a trail through the woods.

advice on pursuing his dreams Heather, noticing J.E.B.'s passion for music, sat him down in his bedroom for a heart-to-heart conversation. She shared her own experiences and offered advice on pursuing his dreams. "You have a talent, J.E.B.," Heather said, her voice filled with sisterly pride. "Don't let anyone hold you back. Follow your heart and believe in yourself." J.E.B. nodded, his eyes shining with determination. He knew that with Heather's guidance, he could overcome any obstacles that stood in his way.

-bees The swarm seemed to come from all sides and engulf the two of them. As he ran up the embankment he noticed the bees nest half crushed inside the ground. The bees are what got the horse. The ranch hands were trying to help but they too were being attacked by the bees. He sprinted back to where the girls and John’s mother were away from the action and now crying uncontrollably. “How do we get out of here?” he yelled at one of the hands.

There was some kind of hold up while crossing the stream with the family in front of us. This caused a back up on the trail and we ended up waiting for about 10 minutes as one of the smartpants daughter’s horse would not budge from the middle of the stream. My parents had already crossed and were waiting for the last few riders of which I was included. One of the ranch hands grew frustrated and decided that we’d cross the stream at a point about twenty yards downstream from where the others it the group had already crossed. “Come on,” he said to me. “Let’s get you back up with your Maw & Paw!” I looked up the stream at the woman on her horse, still stubbornly refusing to move form the middle of the stream. One of the female hands had dismounted and was hold the horse’s reigns, attempting to lead it back to land. There was about a three foot incline that didn’t look steep until the horse needed to gallop up it to reclaim its footing. I noticed that the horse in front of me had almost tripped when it hoof stepped into what i believe was a sinkhole or some kind of animal’s burrow. The hand turned to me from the top and called, “Ok, your turn. Give em a poke to get him over to the shore.” The shore, how I longed to be back at the shore. My horse paused just before the incline. It seemed hesitant but as a novice, I assumed it was just getting its footing prior to making the last push up the inclinement. Similar to the hand’s horse, mine nearly lost its footing in borrow but before i knew it, we were safely on solid ground.

The most exciting part of the ride was apparently coming up. We would cross a small stream before making the turn back to the ranch. There was some kind of hold up while crossing the stream with the family in front of us. This caused a back up on the trail and we ended up waiting for about 10 minutes as one of the smartpants daughter’s horse would not budge from the middle of the stream. My parents had already crossed and were waiting for the last few riders of which I was included.

One of the ranch hands grew frustrated and decided that we’d cross the stream at a point about twenty yards downstream from where the others it the group had already crossed. “Come on,” he said to me. “Let’s get you back up with your Maw & Paw!” I looked up the stream at the woman on her horse, still stubbornly refusing to move form the middle of the stream. One of the female hands had dismounted and was hold the horse’s reigns, attempting to lead it back to land. There was about a three foot incline that didn’t look steep until the horse needed to gallop up it to reclaim its footing. I noticed that the horse in front of me had almost tripped when it hoof stepped into what i believe was a sinkhole or some kind of animal’s burrow. The hand turned to me from the top and called, “Ok, your turn. Give em a poke to get him over to the shore.” The shore, how I longed to be back at the shore. My horse paused just before the incline. It seemed hesitant but as a novice, I assumed it was just getting its footing prior to making the last push up the inclinement. Similar to the hand’s horse, mine nearly lost its footing in borrow but before i knew it, we were safely on solid ground.

With the summer coming to an end, J.E.B., John, and Rizzo embarked on a road trip to New York City. The city's vibrant energy enveloped them as they explored its bustling streets, iconic landmarks, and hidden gems. They visited record stores, attended live performances, and soaked in the creative spirit that permeated the city. It was a trip that solidified their bond and ignited their dreams. Encouraged by the experiences of the summer, J.E.B.

I looked over at the hand and still remember him uttering, “Fun right?” Just then my horse started to buck like a colt in a rodeo. I have no idea how or why but i somehow remained in my saddle. It was pure adrenaline at this point. The remainder of the group could tell something was wrong and the ranch hand quickly dismounted and was making his way towards me. Suddenly, my horse took off as if the gates had opened at Saratoga Race track. The forrest trees were wizzing by. The visuals reminded me of riding a xxs bike on the forrest moon Endor in Return of the Jedi. The horse seemed completely out of it mind and my extinct was to flee and not see how this ride would end. I leaped… BAM!

“There’s a auxiliary road about a quarter of mile that way that leads out to route 5.” John’s father was already sprinting. He arrived at the auxiliary road which was little more than two tire tracks of dirt cutting through the maples and pines. It was not clear which way led to the main road and he couldn’t recall whether the hand instructed him to go left or right. John’s father knew he had to act quickly. The bee stings were starting to make John swell. He took the first step to the right then paused, once again second guessing his decision. The clock was ticking. In the distance he heard the faint buzzing of a motor. At first he thought it might be a chainsaw but quickly realized it was growing louder and must be some kind of engine.

I looked over at the hand and still remember him uttering, “Fun right?” Just then my horse started to buck like a colt in a rodeo. I have no idea how or why but i somehow remained in my saddle. It was pure adrenaline at this point. The remainder of the group could tell something was wrong and the ranch hand quickly dismounted and was making his way towards me. Suddenly, my horse took off as if the gates had opened at Saratoga Race track. The forrest trees were wizzing by. The visuals reminded me of riding a xxs bike on the forrest moon Endor in Return of the Jedi. The horse seemed completely out of it mind and my extinct was to flee and not see how this ride would end. I leaped… BAM!

My father was the first to arrive by my side. He cleaned the blood from my eyes and started to immediately ask me questions, “What’s your name?” “Where were you born?”. I was bleeding profusely from my head and it was difficult to tell just how bad my injury was. He carried me back to the stream so he could clean my wound and assess the damage. There were so many questions racing through his head. -why would frankie recommend this place? -why did we agree to the intermediate course? -why did my son’s horse apparently lose its mind? John was struggling to keep his eyes open as the blood started to coagulate. He whispered something but his father couldn’t quite make it out. He lowered his head to John’s lips in attempt to decipher his son’s message.

Two men on quads soon emerged form the thick onto the road about 200 yards down the way from where Tim Sullivan now stood holding his semiconscious son. As the men approached on their vehicles, Tim could now see that these men were teenagers whose age was probably closer to his sons. -what happened mister? -he fell from his horse… can you get us to a hospital? John began to regain consciousness on the ride to the emergency room on the back of the quad. The roar of the engine and the bumps along the way would jolt him awake long enough to see his father’s nervous face looking forward. John’s body was now numb from the pain but he could feel a tingling under his shirt. He reached up and pulled the neck of his shirt away from his body allowing for 20 or so bees to escape. His father didn’t failed to notice as he was now fixated on the hospital just up ahead on the road. The quad pulled right up to the emergency room entrance as if it were an ambulance. Someone must have radio’d ahead as the doctors and nurses were all waiting for John and his father. Tim Sullivan took a deep breath as the OR door swung shut leaving him alone in the hospital hallway.

mustered the courage to audition for a local band at a small music venue. He stood on stage, his heart pounding, as he unleashed his voice and guitar skills. The crowd watched in awe as J.E.B.'s talent filled the room. The band members exchanged impressed glances, recognizing the true potential within him.

John’s sisters and mother waited as the automatic hospital doors opened.

My father was the first to arrive by my side. He cleaned the blood from my eyes and started to immediately ask me questions, “What’s your name?” “Where were you born?”. I was bleeding profusely from my head and it was difficult to tell just how bad my injury was. He carried me back to the stream so he could clean my wound and assess the damage. There were so many questions racing through his head. -why would frankie recommend this place? -why did we agree to the intermediate course? -why did my son’s horse apparently lose its mind? John was struggling to keep his eyes open as the blood started to coagulate. He whispered something but his father couldn’t quite make it out. He lowered his head to John’s lips in attempt to decipher his son’s message.

As summer came to an end, J.E.B., John, and Rizzo sat on the grassy banks of the Hudson river, watching the sun descend into the horizon. The orange hues painted the sky, mirroring the warmth of their friendship. Silence enveloped them, yet it was a comfortable silence, filled with unspoken words of gratitude and love. They knew that no matter where life took them, their memories would forever be etched in their hearts. Months later, J.E.B.

-bees The swarm seemed to come from all sides and engulf the two of them. As he ran up the embankment he noticed the bees nest half crushed inside the ground. The bees are what got the horse. The ranch hands were trying to help but they too were being attacked by the bees. He sprinted back to where the girls and John’s mother were away from the action and now crying uncontrollably. “How do we get out of here?” he yelled at one of the hands. “There’s a auxiliary road about a quarter of mile that way that leads out to route 5.” John’s father was already sprinting. He arrived at the auxiliary road which was little more than two tire tracks of dirt cutting through the maples and pines. It was not clear which way led to the main road and he couldn’t recall whether the hand instructed him to go left or right. John’s father knew he had to act quickly. The bee stings were starting to make John swell. He took the first step to the right then paused, once again second guessing his decision. The clock was ticking. In the distance he heard the faint buzzing of a motor. At first he thought it might be a chainsaw but quickly realized it was growing louder and must be some kind of engine.

A nurse slowly pushed John forward in his wheelchair to greet his family. His sister Kathryn was crying and ran to John offering him a big hug. Even his older sister Anne Marie, who John constantly annoyed, was teary eyed to see her brother alive and well. John’s mother still seemed a bit in shock over it all. The emotional roller coaster of the past few hours drained her emotionally and now she stood silently with her one hand over her mouth, one part grateful that her son was safe and one part stuck in that moment when she saw her son's head strike the tree. John’s father had ice cream for everyone as they emerged through the exit to the parking lot. The kids piled in the back seat of the Sullivan sedan with their sundaes never even noticing that the car was packed for home.

found himself on stage at a local music festival, his guitar in hand and his voice echoing through the crowd. The memories of that unforgettable summer fueled his performance, igniting a fire within him. As the audience swayed to the rhythm, J.E.B. knew he had found his calling. The music flowed through him, connecting him to every person in the crowd, and he realized that his dreams were no longer out of reach.

Two men on quads soon emerged form the thick onto the road about 200 yards down the way from where Tim Sullivan now stood holding his semiconscious son. As the men approached on their vehicles, Tim could now see that these men were teenagers whose age was probably closer to his sons. -what happened mister? -he fell from his horse… can you get us to a hospital? John began to regain consciousness on the ride to the emergency room on the back of the quad. The roar of the engine and the bumps along the way would jolt him awake long enough to see his father’s nervous face looking forward. John’s body was now numb from the pain but he could feel a tingling under his shirt. He reached up and pulled the neck of his shirt away from his body allowing for 20 or so bees to escape. His father didn’t failed to notice as he was now fixated on the hospital just up ahead on the road.

-bees The swarm seemed to come from all sides and engulf the two of them. As he ran up the embankment he noticed the bees nest half crushed inside the ground. The bees are what got the horse. The ranch hands were trying to help but they too were being attacked by the bees. He sprinted back to where the girls and John’s mother were away from the action and now crying uncontrollably. “How do we get out of here?” he yelled at one of the hands.

One afternoon, John found himself wandering through the enchanting Stony Point woods, camera in hand. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a magical glow on everything it touched. As he captured the beauty surrounding him, John realized that photography was his true passion. Through his lens, he could freeze moments in time, preserving their essence forever.

“There’s a auxiliary road about a quarter of mile that way that leads out to route 5.” John’s father was already sprinting. He arrived at the auxiliary road which was little more than two tire tracks of dirt cutting through the maples and pines. It was not clear which way led to the main road and he couldn’t recall whether the hand instructed him to go left or right. John’s father knew he had to act quickly. The bee stings were starting to make John swell. He took the first step to the right then paused, once again second guessing his decision. The clock was ticking. In the distance he heard the faint buzzing of a motor. At first he thought it might be a chainsaw but quickly realized it was growing louder and must be some kind of engine. Two men on quads soon emerged form the thick onto the road about 200 yards down the way from where Tim Sullivan now stood holding his semiconscious son.

The quad pulled right up to the emergency room entrance as if it were an ambulance. Someone must have radio’d ahead as the doctors and nurses were all waiting for John and his father. Tim Sullivan took a deep breath as the OR door swung shut leaving him alone in the hospital hallway.

Tim looked at his wife as they pulled onto the thruway and shrugged, “I was able to get a full refund from the manager.”

Rizzo's creativity had always been a part of him, and he finally had the opportunity to showcase his talent at a local art gallery. His artwork, filled with vibrant colors and unique perspectives, adorned the walls. The gallery buzzed with excitement as people admired Rizzo's creations. His smile stretched from ear to ear as he realized that his passion could touch the hearts of others.

John’s sisters and mother waited as the automatic hospital doors opened. A nurse slowly pushed John forward in his wheelchair to greet his family. His sister Kathryn was crying and ran to John offering him a big hug. Even his older sister Anne Marie, who John constantly annoyed, was teary eyed to see her brother alive and well. John’s mother still seemed a bit in shock over it all. The emotional roller coaster of the past few hours drained her emotionally and now she stood silently with her one hand over her mouth, one part grateful that her son was safe and one part stuck in that moment when she saw her son's head strike the tree. John’s father had ice cream for everyone as they emerged through the exit to the parking lot. The kids piled in the back seat of the Sullivan sedan with their sundaes never even noticing that the car was packed for home.

As the men approached on their vehicles, Tim could now see that these men were teenagers whose age was probably closer to his sons. -what happened mister? -he fell from his horse… can you get us to a hospital? John began to regain consciousness on the ride to the emergency room on the back of the quad. The roar of the engine and the bumps along the way would jolt him awake long enough to see his father’s nervous face looking forward. John’s body was now numb from the pain but he could feel a tingling under his shirt. He reached up and pulled the neck of his shirt away from his body allowing for 20 or so bees to escape. His father didn’t failed to notice as he was now fixated on the hospital just up ahead on the road. The quad pulled right up to the emergency room entrance as if it were an ambulance. Someone must have radio’d ahead as the doctors and nurses were all waiting for John and his father.

Years had passed since that unforgettable summer, but the bond between J.E.B., John, and Rizzo remained unbreakable. They gathered at Stony Point Park, their laughter echoing through the trees. As they reminisced about their adventures and shared stories of their individual successes, they realized that no matter where life had taken them, their friendship was a constant source of strength and joy.

Tim Sullivan took a deep breath as the OR door swung shut leaving him alone in the hospital hallway.

Tim looked at his wife as they pulled onto the thruway and shrugged, “I was able to get a full refund from the manager.”

John’s sisters and mother waited as the automatic hospital doors opened. A nurse slowly pushed John forward in his wheelchair to greet his family. His sister Kathryn was crying and ran to John offering him a big hug. Even his older sister Anne Marie, who John constantly annoyed, was teary eyed to see her brother alive and well. John’s mother still seemed a bit in shock over it all. The emotional roller coaster of the past few hours drained her emotionally and now she stood silently with her one hand over her mouth, one part grateful that her son was safe and one part stuck in that moment when she saw her son's head strike the tree. John’s father had ice cream for everyone as they emerged through the exit to the parking lot. The kids piled in the back seat of the Sullivan sedan with their sundaes never even noticing that the car was packed for home. Tim looked at his wife as they pulled onto the thruway and shrugged, “I was able to get a full refund from the manager.”