Funny, but I never thought about it that way. I was always rather proud that I heard my Dad and Mr. Trader singing and playing the song on our front porch before the rest of the world heard "that other version" from Hank Snow.

I think my relationship with Shirley would have changed after that, anyway. After seeing her with new clothes and a new hair cut, she looked so much more grown up to me I would have been intimidated and felt outclassed. She was even more appealing and not at all the ragamuffin kid she had been days before.

Such fragile things are the perceptions of youth, and such precious memories they leave.