Summer of '69 [antikvár]

Prologue Fortunate Son Wh en the Selective Service notice comes for Tiger, Kate's first instinct is to throw it away. Surely this is every American mother's first instinct? Pretend it got lost in the mail, buy Tiger a few more weeks of freedom before the U.S. Army sends another letter— by which time, this god-awful war in Vietnam might be over. Nixon has promised to end it. There are peace talks going on right now in Paris. Le Duan will succumb to the allure of capitalism or Thieu wiU be assassinated and someone with better sense wiU take over. Frankly, Kate doesn't care if Vietnam succumbs to the Communists. She just wants to keep her son safe. When Tiger gets home from his job at the driving school, Kate says, "There's a letter for you on the kitchen table." Tiger seems unconcerned about what it might be. He's whistling, wearing the polyester uniform shirt issued by Walden Pond Driving Academy with his name stitched on the pocket: Richard. The letter uses that first name too—it's addressed to Richard Foley—though no one ever calls him anything but Tiger. Tiger says, "I taught a real cutie today, Ma. Name was Magee, that was her first name, which I thought was far out. She's nineteen, like me, studying to be a dental hygienist. I flashed her my pearly whites and then I asked her out to dinner for tonight and she said yes. You'll like her, I bet." Kate busies herself at the sink arranging daffodils in a vase. She