Charlie Miller followed the twin headlight beams of his father's Dodge as he navigated the twists and turns of Green Valley Drive one mid-October night in 1971. Summer was fading fast, and there was a chill in the air. A recent graduate of Huntington High School, Charlie had been in town that evening, waiting out the crowd at Wiggin's Drive-In, so that he might talk to the pretty new car-hop. She had seemed impressed by the '66 Coronet, shiny clean under the pink neon. Her name was Christie. When she laughed at his jokes, she had the most beautiful smile.