For Danny Fletcher, the summer of 1962 wasn't supposed to be like this.It was supposed to be sleeping in until 10 and cooking hot dogs over a campfire at Anderson's Lake. It was supposed to be eating Milk Duds from a box in the back row of the Rialto Theatre as alien robots marched across the movie screen. It was supposed to be Ben E. King and Spanish Harlem, Sam Cooke and Cupid, and Chubby Checker and Let's Twist Again.It was supposed to be normal.But...