It was a swanky little town back in the fifties. Not much traffic on the road that was until Saturday night's. The curtained men and women came out to and fro, dancing about the streets. But life always has its ways, you know when the times are going really good, something f'ed up has to come along and screw everything up. Even though you with Spring the Summer comes but to that point you had to deal with torrents of a harsh wet Springtime..