you were walking down the street, running late for school on a sunny 1965 March day. Davy was running the opposite way, towards school. He was from your rival school in Pleasant Valley, you were from Clarksville. Your schools were natural enemies and if they even saw somebody talking to somebody else from the "other side" you were doomed...At one point you got so caught up in your thoughts about being late that you completely ran into the boy

He stumbled backwards as you dropped your books. You fell to the ground

Oh geeze...this just doesn't seem to be my day.

He helped you pick up your books

I'm so sorry I was running late for school and-

He noticed your uniform, and the small crest on the breast pocket that had an embroidered 'C'

hey...you're from Clarksville.