Will sometimes get mired in empathy. Like today after watching a doc on Harper Lee, Will's namesake. "i'm just like her" he thought, except for the Pulitzer and the great novel that she created. Well, it got Will to thinking about his boyhood days growing up in a small town of two million. He sat down and wrote:

At the end of my street is a fence that was easy to climb over and enter the park that makes Central Park seem like a postage stamp. Many days were spent running, climbing and looking for things in woods like Bram Stoker imagined as his backdrop. Will could marvel narratively, too about the trees and the smells but the thing is, here is where he and Marty used to come to play doctor. The woods allowed games where Will was a soldier and Marty was a nurse. Will got shot, Marty fixes the wound, rub, rub, ah, nature. This propensity for examining differences was a major influence in Will's love of The Story. The pre-school beginning of this career in Don Juanism included so many failed attempts in recruitment. Marty even helped selflessly like when she & Will one time sat in an enclosed porch encouraging a girl named Joan, a visiting Brit who was staying with her aunt, to consider the joys of "we'll show ours, if you show yours". We're talking about 2nd grade here - eight years old and already part of the pleasure parade. Joan offered her regrets sounding like a pre-pube Liz Hurley. Will failed, too with a cutie named Linda who lived on the street above him. She had vacant lot next to her house and it seems that whenever Will and a cute girl were out of public view, Will played the invitation-to-his-doctors-office card without as much as a drop of reluctance. Linda thought about it at least but said her Dad would kill her, no kidding. And there was Adelaide, a scrawny tomboy who lived up the street who had a detached garage in back of her house. She went for kissing but not so much about removing any lingerie. Old Man Hicks once saw us coming out of the garage and said "you weren't pullin' 'em down in there were you?" Asshole. I guess the good thing about starting too early in life was by the time I got close to when the nuts drop, I knew to flirt minus the reveal stuff. But it never left my mind.