His name was Billy, he was 18 so he was a man! LOL. I was a teenage runaway and very insecure about my circumstances until I came of age.
Billy had taken me in, he worked nights at a bakery for minimum wage plus a smattering of night differential, just enough to clear rent at the dingy downtown hotel room we shared and minimal sustenance. His bed unoccupied at night till he came home sweaty and ready for a bath from baking dough all night always had the little Radio Shack radio tuned to KRE fm, later to become KBLX. Billy taught me every bit of street-wise that helped me get by later.
Somehow I recall the night I'd just packed him off with his sandwich lunch to work, and this song played so beautifully for me. My lovestruck 16 year old self never considered that circumstances could ever separate us. I'd finally found someone who loved me and was happy to tears with this song.
Sadly, soon after a phone call to his mother revealed his father in Alabama to be gravely ill, and it tore up my heart and what little sense of security I had to hold onto, waving him goodbye on the Greyhound.
Seemed things had a way of mostly falling into place for me back then, just by walking around the city.
Someone "up there" liked me I suppose.
Yet once I turned of age, I re-united with my aunt and uncle in Southern California, heaven rest their gentle souls.
And... this song accompanied my trip there:
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