Content warning:Show warnings This page contains: No content warningsGrandpa drags me out of bed. “Lake monster fry like acorns,”he tells me while he packs his jawfull of Copenhagen and loads the boat. Twenty minutes later my sweater’s wetunder the one dollar ponchohe always makes me refoldto save for next time. I don’t even think there’s roomfor one in the channel,but I don’t want to spoil the mood. “Lake monsters can smell the grill.”Sure enough, the burger smell from thesnack stand is pretty strong.