Not just summer, either, not this year, but the apotheosis of summer, the avatar of summer, high green perfect central Ohio summer dead-smash in the middle of July, white sun glaring out of that fabled faded Levi's sky, the sound of kids hollering back and forth through the Bear Street Woods at the top of the hill, the tink! Of Little League bats from the ballfield on the other side of the woods, the sound of power-mowers, the sound of muscle-cars out on Highway 19, the sound of Rollerblades on the cement sidewalks and smooth macadam of Poplar Street, the sound of radios--Cleveland Indians baseball (the rare day game) competing with Tina Turner belting out 'Nutbush City Limits,' the one that goes 'Twenty-five is the speed limit, motorcycles not allowed in it'--and surrounding everything like an auditory edging of lace, the soothing, silky hiss of lawn sprinklers." Chapter 1, pgs. 20-...