This came up on the MP3 player on the way to work. A few weeks aback I wrote about the southern belle from northern Virginia and how I used to swipe my parents’ car to go see her; this song played incessantly, and it’s one of those songs you come to associate with a certain time, a certain person, a certain place. Ocean City, Md., June 1985. She was blonde, I was 18 and this song evoked a certain wistfulness. All these years later it still does - less for the girl than the youth.