I remember things seemed a lot more clear back then… working the nightshift as an orderly at the hospital. Then the radio station and going to school during the daytime. Still managed to drive my 64 Chevy for some relaxation… it was stolen twice from the University parking lot, but each time the Akron PD got it back… minus my new Goodyear tires.
Today, things seem a lot more confusing and scary. Maybe I'm having selective memories. Still, I like thinking things were better and can be once again.
I Remember You
Frank Ifield 1962