It was a sunny, summer morning in 1974 as two moving vans graced the Connecticut suburban cul de sac. Passing by the practically identical two story houses with their practically identical decorations of bushes, shrubs, and well manicured lawns, the vans turned into driveways of two houses opposite of each other. A few moments later, two cars, a sedan, and a station wagon pulled up to the sidewalks on each side.

Two couples exited the cars. The couple out of the sedan were stoic with an air of coldness stepped out, a face that said 'don't cross my path'. The husband with the broad shoulders, buzzed cut hair, and straight back. The wife, blonde, blue eyed, smaller, tiredness concealed by a smile. They seemed like the type that would prefer you didn't sell girl scout cookies or come looking for trick or treat candy on Halloween.

The station wagon couple was different. Polar opposite in fact. They were a bit younger, energetic. The husband, tall, thin dressed in slacks, loafers and even a suit shirt. Dark hair and wide eyes with a pointed nose. The wife, wearing a summer dress with no heel shoes, doe eyed, with thick hair gracing her shoulders. The type of couple you could see yourself being invited to barbecues and community functions.

They fit the stereotype even more when the wife rounded to the backseat while the husband went over to talk with the movers.

"Come on boys, let's go see our new house!" She said smiling. "David go see if your father needs help!"

She pulled out from the backseat balancing a baby on her hip then using her other hand to help out her second child. A little boy, the spitting image of his father crawled out happily clasping his mother's hand while an oldest son appeared on the other side of the car meeting up with his father.

Meanwhile back at the other house the stoic man walked angrily over to the backseat and threw open the door.

"Dammit Greg, wake your lazy ass up!" He said. "Go do something useful for a change and help unload the truck, you brat."

With a strong grip he pulled out his son who had been sleeping fitfully in the backseat. He was tall, a teen with piercing blue eyes and chestnut locks with a face that appeared much older than it was. A face that had seen more than it should have at such an age. The teen rubbed his arm with a grumble, but made sure his father didn't see it, and went over to the moving van to see what he could do.

What he didn't realize was that a little boy from across the street had been watching the whole time. His mother had let go of his hand to rock his now fussy little brother, so he had gone onto the grass to pick the dandelions that were sprouting up thinking he could give them to his mom as flowers. He had stopped when he saw the man across the street pull a boy out of his car. He had watched with interest as the big kid moved around.

"Jimmy, come here!" A voice interrupted, his father. "See what I found!"

The boy ran towards his father who had an opened box at his feet.

"Look inside!" He said.

Jimmy looked.

"My books!" He said happily and dug in some more. "My trucks!"

"See I told you they would be okay." His father said patting his son on the head. Jimmy had wanted to bring all of his things in the car when they moved from their old house, but of course the station wagon could only hold so much. He had been worried about them ever since they had left.

"Lee?" Jimmy's mother appeared on the doorstep with a now upset baby boy. "Can you grab Danny's bottle from the car! He doesn't seem to want to calm down!"

"Sure thing!" Lee said taking Jimmy's hand. "Come on let's go help mommy, then we'll go see about setting you up in your new room."

Jimmy grinned and went with his father. What the 5 year old hadn't noticed was that he was being watched too. And that watcher then got a rude awakening when he felt a good smack upside the head.

"Quit daydreaming and get moving or you can just set your bedroom up in the backyard Gregory!"

Greg bit his cheek to keep himself from shouting back.

"Yes sir." He said quietly wondering if his father, well, sort of, but not really father, had ever treated him like that kid's dad across the street's did once upon a time.