The days and months following the assassination of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy in late 1963 was a catastrophic yet strangely formative time for young American adults. A group of such come together in a saltwater farmhouse on Maine's remote Duckpuddle Road. In the paleness, loss and tragedy, something is born. It is not a political awakening, but a deep-rooted and shared reaction to alienation and apprehension. Over time, it shapes their beings,...