When Christopher Newton was young, he hit all the pot parties, made love to the willowy woodsy-nymphsy chicks, played guitar in parks and coffee houses across America, refused to become a pop star and spurned every opportunity to make scads of money. He wasn't even sure what a scad was. Today he lives happily ever after with his curly haired wife at the top of a hill in Spokane, Washington, where he is writing the novel that will explain everything to everybody and nothing to nobody.