Quarry Hill "What are you doing tomorrow?" It seemed I had asked this question 100 times already during the summer. "Nothing, hey lets figure something out now, so we don't sit around doing nothing tomorrow morning!" Was the reply I got from my friend Rudy. My other friend, Tom, jumped up onto the hood of his 1979 Camero Z-28. This was the unspoken signal that we would all stay under the stars and contemplate for a while. I decided to take a seat on top of the back of my mother's car. "Well, what are we going to do, guys?" Rudy must constantly be thinking of new things because he didn't even appreciate the moment of almost absolute silence. Tom gave a half laugh which said eit