i remember working on a lake in connecticut that summer in the hot sun and cool water on a weed boat with a back hoe on it garden forking the hydrilla and milfoil into pile on the lakeside camp owner's yards and getting drunk every night dancing like a fool at milford's local road house when that song came out then finding a pair of black and white checkered sunglasses hitchhiking back to mass where i met a lady who had been living in a cave with buddhist monks who inspired me to write a story