We were boys then, more beautiful than we ever would be again, pure and perfect and not yet touched by age or anger or failure. Then we were innocent and baptized by the spirit of youth, swimming like cavorting puppies in the childhood soup from which someday we would emerge as men. We loved each other like brothers, Zack and Duncan and Fat Boy and I, and childhood stretched before us in endless possibility. Death had come now and then, of course,...