I'm not entirely sure how it was that I came to work for Sonny Taylor at the Minden Aquatic Club. Through a quirk of scheduling, I'd never taken his history class at Minden High School, and I was a basketball player, not a swimmer. But I did have his wife Donnis for junior and senior English, so perhaps she, against all evidence to the contrary, had put in a good word for me. Whatever alignment of the stars had brought us together, it was, as Bogart so memorably put it at the end of Casablanca, "the beginning of a beautiful friendship."Subscribe to Read!