Rock was a pretty simple game. First, we collected a bunch of rocks from the center island surrounding the flag pole where the buses pulled around. Then we would stand on the curb of the island facing the school and roll the rocks across the driveway.

     Our goal was to have the rock land as close to the other curb as possible. The rock that was closest won the round. Every round was worth a point. If someone's rock rested right up against the curb, he got two points.

     Stevie loved holding each of our rocks before we rolled them. He'd open up his huge notebook that had a picture of Steve Jobs on the front and a Mac apple on the back and scribble out physics equations. He said he was trying to figure out the angular velocity and gravitational potential something or other. All I knew was that it gave me a headache just looking at his paper.

     As we each threw our rock, Stevie would yell "Good One!" or "No Good One!" And when the rock came to a stop, Stevie was almost always right about where it landed. The game ended as soon as the Hog pulled up, with the rule that the guy next in line holding his rock always got the last throw.

     Today was no different than most days. I was down 5–4 when Estelle came screeching in on two wheels and I had a final roll to tie it up. I thought Estelle was going to stop because she saw us standing there playing the game, but as soon as I let it go, Stevie whispered, "Oh, no good one..."

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