June, 1967. Me, 15 years old. Summer job -- painting the house exterior.
White oil paint. Gets gooey in summer heat. Gets on your arm hair and
dries tight. I watch Lou Ann walk down the road. I reach down and crank up the volume on the RCA radio. I think she smiled as this song got louder.
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