The summer Michael Smolij turns sixteen, his father disappears. "I took the cash." The wives drink, brawl, and sleep around, gradually settling down to make new lives and shaking off the belief in an America. "I\'m going to the moon," it reads.
One man props open the door to his shoe store and leaves a note.
One by one other men also vanish from the blue-collar neighborhood outside Detroit where their fathers before them had lived, raised families, and, in a more promising era, worked.
The summer Michael Smolij turns sixteen, his father disappears