THE OAKS, by Rip Rense
A summary. . .
Charlie Bogle was a good kid.
A little weird, but good. So what if he liked red tennis shoes, and
the only ones he could get were girls'? Superman had red shoes,
didn't he? Charlie grew up with a stepmother whose eyes seemed
painted on, a father who occasionally turned into the Frankenstein
Monster, two big brothers as alike as snowflakes, The Beatles,
Beethoven, kind-hearted hippies, and oak trees. Thousands of oak
trees: dour ones, brooding ones, frivolous, skinny ones, gentle, maternal
ones. It was a paradise, really, this tiny brand-new 1961 bedroom community
carved out of rolling hills and meadows and rugged backdrops where
the likes of John Wayne and Gary Cooper once posed for cameras.