“The girl came closer and touched, then stroked, my arm.
“Let me back up and give you the big picture.
“There I was.
“A short-haired military guy in a long-hair, redneck biker bar.
“This was back when those in service weren’t admired as much as they are today; the unfortunate legacy of the Vietnam War took years to fade. There was a nearby Army base, and it was like the scene in ‘An Officer and A Gentleman’. The locals didn’t care for service guys… especially—in this case—one singing to one of their women.”
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