It's August in Louisiana and, global warming or no, it often seems the earth is about to burst into flame. This discomfits James Magee.
Magee, you see, has no air conditioning. He doesn't have access to a swimming pool, and there's no cypress-shaded river or pond beckoning to him on another sweltering, Deep South summer day. There is never a frosty Coke or beer waiting for him as the broiling sun beats relentlessly on his Farm.
The same is true August after August, year after year, for Magee's 5-year-old son Zack.