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It was the spring of 83 and I was in my Junior year of High school. I had a job at a beach just off of Long Island and would usually spend the whole weekend there because it was just too far to commute to from home. Being the oldest son of 6 kids my parents were very trusting and let us pretty much run free, as long as we kept our grades up and the cops from the front door. I remember on this Friday, leaving school after half a day and heading to the beach. Not...