It was hot in August in Jacksonville.  Hotter still for two boys from Vermont and a sister who lived in Tahoe.  I heard the rumble of the truck down the street and came running down my steps to wave and meet my long lost best friends in the world. “Ola,”  I heard reverberating through the slam of the blue Chevy door as my sister leapt out before the thing had even come to a complete stop.  Her hair had all…