"I don't believe it," Priestly said. He was flopped out on one of Trucker's many beanbags, a bag of frozen peas draped over his twisted-and-kicked wrist, holding one of brussel sprouts to the back of his head with his good hand. He leaned a little more into Jen, who sat next to him, holding Trucker's old yearbook. "Gordon Hancock: senior class prez, captain of the football team. . . . No Woodstock? No free love? No peace rallies?"

"I took the free love when I could get it," Trucker said, clearly deeply embarrassed.

"No bongs?" Priestly asked.

"Well. . . ."

"No Grateful Dead concerts?"

"That came later."