The Squirrel Nut Zippers played their neo-Swing in my headphones as Polly Parker danced around the small bedroom in her apartment. Getting ready for another day in her life in the big city.

Her previous life in the small-big town seemed so long ago and far away; it seemed to be a lifetime ago. Or like some strange and awful dream, gone as soon as she woke up.

Bright colors popping to make even the biggest misery guts smile, Polly put on another happy tune and ...