Sometimes because we were foolish and sometimes because of the Flying Fickle Finger of Fate.
Life was not meant to be lived in a bubble.
There’s hardly a pier or breakwater in Michigan that doesn’t have some kind of memorial to those who lost their lives.
Usually two teenage boys and the older man who tried to save them.
The inland lakes in Michigan take plenty of lives. I lost a friend in the Liberty Mill Pond a few years ago and that’s less than 100 yards across at its widest point.