Before Tony became so well-dressed, there were others. The first, Tony Clark, swam with me on MAAC. We wore speedos. It was either he or I or both (how sad that memories fall apart), but one of us had a distinctive bulge down below. Whispers followed by laughs. The girl sitting between us asked me if I knew what a “bonor” was. I said no, though I really thought I did. She told me that Tony had one now. I checked, he did. By that time I’m sure I did, too. The water was always so cold. Goosebumps prevailed. The last time I saw Tony we were both in marching band and he played the trombone.