September, 1963: Roger knows the future. Life in the 1960s, the same as in the 1950s, certainly better than the 1940s. Roger's future looks exactly like his present: the job of his dreams, the wife of his dreams, everything perfect and in a row. Roger, representative of his privileged generation. Roger, who sits down to watch the news every night…in a golden twilight of a soon-to-be lost age. "[Rusch's] short fiction is golden." —The Kansas City Star