The summer of 1969 was winding down. The warm air held a smell 13 year old Bobby Weston couldn't quite identify but nevertheless acquainted with going back to school. An end of summer smell, he decided. Or maybe an end of summer feeling. He couldn't make up his mind, and it really didn't matter, as soon enough summer would be gone and he'd be back in school. He had permission to go camping today, but camping by yourself was no fun at all, he thought gloomily. So he had come out and sat on the front porch and watched the trucks at Jackson's lumber run back and forth delivering lumber to who knew where.

Bobby had been sitting quietly on the steps wondering who ordered all that stuff and how they could possibly pay for it-when his mother had said the country was going broke, when Moon Calloway and Lois Tibbet walked up. All three of them were good friends and had been since they had met the summer before. They were also the same age and would be starting eighth grade together in just a few weeks.

Back to the City of Glennville and three friends in the summer of 1969...