Nighttime was.......different back in those days, was magical, somehow more electric, more alive; stars so close you could feel their glow, hung upon the music wafting from the AM radio, "Only you, you are my destiny," "Goin' down to Lonesome Town, where the broken hearts stay to cry my troubles away."
And in that shimmering moment in time, we did not know, could not have known that this was as close to perfection as nighttime had ever been or would ever be.