Fletch's new Diamondback mountain bike and his brother's new hockey outfit are unexpected gifts from Dad. When Dad announces, ''We're going to move to Ohio,'' Fletch's heart drops to his stomach. Leaving means selling the house, abandoning his best friends, and living next to Lake Erie. . . . Hey, didn't that lake catch on fire? Ralph Feltcher's poems evoke what's hard about moving away as well as what makes moving day, well, maybe, okay.
