By the Shores of the Lake. Herbert Kastle

Zelda’s Tavern was at the crossroads, and most of the local boys, farmers’ sons and youngsters from the tiny town of Liggon’s Falls, congregated there for a cold beer about eight o’clock each night. Sometimes they brought dates, but that was a rarity since the area was notoriously short of eligible females. That didn’t include the summer vacationists from New York City, of course… And that's where the trouble started.