Lincolnwood

There was a resort down the road from my house that the locals used as a favorite watering hole and swim spot. Two of my friends, now married, “met” (in as romantic a way as one can imagine for 12 year olds) at Lincolnwood when we were in eighth grade. They are the only couple I know that gets to claim middle-school sweetheart status. Those friends commissioned this piece, which was extra special not just because it’s a place that I hold dear, but I was also there the fateful day their love blossomed amid a barrage of pinecones, taunts and (doubtless) a number of unsuspecting pushes off the dock. Ahh to be 12 and in love.