and Words
Walk in the rain
Tryin′ to wash away the pain
You went away
I made you cry so many days
Where do broken hearts go to?
How can broken hearts find their way back home?
When nobody cares about you
And you’re feeling blue
Come back and stay, don′t keep me waiting (oh, baby)
Come back and stay, don’t say goodbye
Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.
On a late weekend night in the 1980s, I arrived at a party. This Friday started early; I shuffled, half-awake, from Pearson Hall to class in a lecture hall. Classes mercifully ended by mid-afternoon, after which I went back to my dorm room to pack and change. Next, I loaded both clothes and books into the trunk of my classic 1966 Mustang and drove to work, which was about an hour away. Wearing the trademark long-sleeved, white-buttoned shirt and black pants, I walked into the restaurant where I’d spend the next few hours waiting on tables.
My shift ended at 9 pm, so I ran home and showered. After getting primped and ready, I drive to the party. I often go with my sisters, who are part of the same group of peeps. Enterprising young Asians hire a DJ and rent a space for the night, like the Fort Lauderdale or Coral Gables Woman’s Club. Add a collection of 2-liter bottles of soft drinks and a cover charge. They’ll turn a modest profit.