The year was 19 something or other.  I was a teenager, sitting on a diving board over my best friend’s pool and singing along to some tunes playing from her boom box (“boom box” might narrow down the year). “Um, what are you singing?”  my BF asked from her floating lounge chair. “The song.” (I’m missing a Duh here, but I’m trying to maintain the historical accuracy.) She opened her eyes and looked at me. “Let me hear it again.” I… Read more »