Glen Gilson, better known as Squeegee, has washed windows for over a decade in the Copper Basin of southeast Tennessee. He knows its people, but they have no interest in getting to know him—an inconsequential little man with an unfortunate face. Rejected, he remains faithful to his work until late summer ’63 when he’s provoked by that snobbish cow, Pilgrim.
He has a plan. He disrupts communications at the town’s main social center—the Post Office. Prejudices, personal foibles and hypocrisy are unveiled. Heartaches and hilarity rains sideways.
But Squeegee’s small town apocalypse is no laughing matter to one underground institution. The flawed postal system means only one thing to them: their cover is blown.