During lunch I told them how we were headed for Maine and where we had come from. That is when this one kid with really thick glasses and light brown hair, and who’d been one of the fire boys, let out a holler like he’d just sat on the sharp end of his roasting stick or something.
“OH MY GOD! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!” he shouted, “YOU ARE ALVIN HOLLOWAY!”
Luke piped up, “Uh yeah, I think he said that like twenty minutes ago.”
In California I was use to other kids and even some adults recognizing me when I walked down the street or when we went shopping. Even one time I had this guy who must have been in his twenties corner me in the changing room at the boardwalk while I was trying on pants.