Still laughing after all those years. Me and Fred Muehleck four decades later at Point Reyes, California. Fred is my oldest friend. Three-and-a-half years my senior, Fred actually remembers seeing me as a baby in my mother's arms. Our glorious Woodland Valley childhood summers were wild and free and joyous. Trout fishing and campfires, skinny-dipping, shooting our .22 caliber single-shot rifles at tin cans, porcupines and the occasional song bird and, of course, creating more mischief than we could possibly get away with.