My father had kept their wedding cake in the freezer for ten whole years. After the funeral, he gave it to the yardman. He tried to act cheerful, but he could never be consoled by the little stranger he found in his house. Then, one day, hoping to begin a new life away from the scene of all his memories, he moved us from Texas to Ft. Dupree, South Dakota.
Various shots show the empty streets and subdued, quiet life in the South Dakota town.
She's gonna get in trouble if she doesn't watch out. Just thought I'd come over and say hello to ya. Aw, I got some stuff to say. Guess I'm kind of lucky that way. Oh, incidentally, my last name is Carruthers.