I remember this song came out just before we moved into our first apartment. Early on, I remember that my maintenance guy was working on my furnace in the laundry room next to my kitchen and I think I was grading papers at my table or something. He sang this song loud because it was getting a lot of radio play like then. His voice sounded like a nice tenor and he had a somewhat southern twang to it. We became friends and during my first year living in our apartment, his dad died.
He left the company and was no longer the building manager When we were living in our second apartment but we still talked. The last time I saw him in our second apartment, my Dad had just died. I looked at them with pleading eyes and asked, “Does it ever get any better?”
I remember he returned my gaze and looked directly into my eyes it’s soberly and matter-of-factly said, “No.” I remember groaning when he said that but he’s NOT wrong!
And, this one I FINALLY caught on the first day of October!: