When I was 16 (1977) a friend of mine threw a party and asked me to bring my stereo and music for dancing. There was one girl there for whom a felt a particular warmth, if I may wax euphemistic for a moment, and I selected "Carefree Highway" as a slow dance song with her several times that night (it's a fairly long song, and "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" didn't seem like much of a potential make-out tune). No, nothing ribald happened. It was disappointingly innocent, but I do fondly remember burying my face in what I then thought was the most beautiful hair I had ever seen and dancing away in utter bliss to Gordon's voice. That was 28 years ago, but I've never forgotten it, and I still think of that girl and her hair whenever I hear or play that song. Gosh she smelled good!
