(Indy Star) – A big boat was passing by making beautifully plump, perfect waves that late summer evening on Morse Reservoir. Tommy Gregory doesn’t remember the boat or the waves.
But there is a scar on the back of his neck and one on the front that will forever remind him. The jet ski he rode on was a fancy one, souped up and shiny, and Tommy was riding the waves with abandon.
He doesn’t remember it, but that’s what the people who were on the lake that night tell him. That’s what the police report says. CONTINUE