Gosh, that really hits home.

The first time time I danced with girls, we were on some trip and we stopped for a meal, and someone put on a jukebox, and we danced to that very song. That's probably close to 50 years ago now, I was probably about thirteen at the time.

I could feel the promise of the future and the hint of sexual maturity to come.

Now it's most of a lifetime away.

Fscking time, how does it work? We seem to stay the same and yet it rushes past us and leaves us old people and eventually, not here at all.