QUOTE : With each new primary color coat of paint, I suspected there would be no grand finale just as there had been no goodbyes with the Bucks. There must have been a last day that Joey and I played melt the ice in a cup while riding our tricycles as fast as we could around the dining room table. A last fort set upon by Indians. A last crack of our sharpshooters. A last wham bang of a roll of caps beneath a rock. A last voyage around the world in the sailboat that Mr. Bellamy built with his sons that won races and now sits in the Bellamys’ yard.