Reaching the end of summer, I offer a little story looking back to the innocence of youth and love when things were simply simple. It’s called Summer Serenade, and it is an artistic interpretation of a Greek-Island song by a similar name. I wrote this on August 15th and edited it on August 18th and 19th, 2009… Dedicated to those who haven’t discovered their roots, may you adopt one or all, to strengthen your future by connecting with the past.
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He sits near a suburban side-street. The same street he has sat near for most of his life, on the rock that sits in Mr. and Mrs. Karins’ property by their white colonial home with aluminum siding. The same rock where all the neighborhood kids once sat and hung around because it was the perfect rock for it jutted four feet out of the earth and had numerous ledges perfect for sitting. In those earlier days, the ledge was idyllic for about five kids to comfortably lounge between games of kickball and soccer, while those who lost out on the scramble for the rock sat around on Mr. Karins’ lawn. In recent years, most of the kids had vacated the spot, not because the rock had become too small or the ledges awkward for sitting, but because of after-school jobs, athletics, video gaming systems, or other rocks in other parts of town or in other towns – bigger cities which made congregating on this rock, a sporadic occurrence for only a few holdouts.
Will sits on top and is one of these holdouts who occupy the rock’s vicinity. The high-school graduate, he spends his time working a part-time job and traveling to the beach with his buddies. Jason is one of these buddies, a year behind Will in school, and sits on the lawn. Considered anti-social and anti-cool except in the neighborhood where his level of comfort, he only ventures away from the neighborhood with Will. Molly sits having found a short ledge to lay her feet out to which she suns in the burgundy shorts she wears. She suffers from her parents’ recent spat resulting in their separation and a mother who doesn’t drive her places to meet her friends and other family.
“She wants me to become a doctor,” Molly says.
“Can you write poetry as a doctor,” #1 retorts.
“I bet I could,” she guesses.
“I don’t know,” Jason interjects. “Most doctors seem bookish and out-of-touch.” He thinks a little and adds, “Or they try hard not to come off so by being really cutesy.”
I’ve encountered this situation in other youth,
Your depression is routed in a chemical imbalance in your brain,
So you swallow this pill by not biting into it with your tooth
And your dour moods will subsist and you’ll become a train.
Molly and Will laugh. “That was a terrible poem.”
“What does ‘become a train’ actually mean,” Will asks.
“I don’t know,” Jason shakes his head as Molly gives him a playful tap on his shoulder.
“Anyway, my mom now does three things. She smokes cigarettes, drinks wine and insists how I learn subjects like Chemistry, Biology and Physics. And school’s been out for a week.”
Will pops in with, “I didn’t know your mother smoked?”
“At least you can learn subjects like Anatomy?”
“If only. She says, ‘Imani,’ that’s what she calls me, ‘Men are the bane of humanity. I want you to become an independent woman never to rely on a man.’”
“Wow, she’s jaded.”
“Very much so, but it’s a problem. She said, ‘I don’t want you to be like the other girls, or be like me when I was your age, dreaming about boys and what it would feel like on our wedding day. It’s highly overrated and who you think is your Prince Charming today will only find a younger woman tomorrow to sell another Camelot too.’”
“What’s a Camelot?”
“I don’t know,” Molly responds.
“I don’t know either,” Jason says sitting on the grass picking it.
“Hey down there… Don’t pick grass from only one spot. Pick evenly and save me the trouble of paying you to mow,” a man’s voice calls out.
“Mr. Karins. They’ve been together thirty seven years. I wonder how he does it.”
“I don’t know,” Jason says picking grass from the same spot.
“Do you girls dream of weddings and princes?”
Molly looks inquisitively at Will through her green eyes and underneath her dark brown hair. “I don’t know what girls do. I don’t necessarily think of specific guys. I guess I do think of being a bride, but I think it’s like playing house as a kid. It’s nothing serious.” She looks at Will and Jason. “But all of this has me thinking.”
“What of?”
“Finding my Prince Charming and proving her wrong,” Molly adds.
Her phone buzzes. She answers, “Hi,” she pauses listening to her mother’s response. “Yes mom. I’m just across the street. Hanging out. With and Jason.” Her face becomes sullen. “Why is it all of a sudden problem? I’m just hanging out.” She pauses becoming obstinate. “Whatever.” She hangs up the phone.
Across the street, the window lowers from her house and an angry loud woman’s voice calls, “Imani! Get in here. It’s time to do your homework!”
“Imani?”
“Imani, it’s the traditional name she wanted to give me.”
“Imani!”
Molly stands pressing her pants, looks across at Will and says, “She’s really an embarrassment. ‘Crazy Syrian’ that’s what my dad calls her. I miss him. Once a month – that’s all they say I can see him. Anyway, I’m going in before she gets really psycho. She’ll come out here and drag me in. She will.”
“I won’t let that happen. I won’t.
“I know you wouldn’t,” Molly slaps Will’s leg as turns to go in, “and that’s why I’m going in.”
“I’m here,” Will points at himself. “I’m also here,” he points to his phone. “I’m also over there,” he says ceremoniously pointing to his house which is on the next street over and hidden from view by two houses and trees. “If you need any help.”
“And I’m right next door,” Jason adds.
“Like you’d do something? If you get into any trouble, Jason will pee himself and worry for you.” They all exchange glances and seeing Jason has withdrawn a little Will adds, “Dude, you’re just sensitive and I only joke with you because I like you.” Will thinks as Molly has begun to walk away, “Are you going to the party at The Falls, on the fourth?”
She stops, but a voice calls out…”Imani” and a series of other foreign phrases.
“I’m coming” she yells out toward her mother. Briefly turning back, she says, “I don’t think so. I have to go.” Moll walks across the empty sun bleached asphalt leaving the partly sunny skies of the world for an uncertain home experience.
July 3rd arrives, and it’s been more than a week that Will and Jason have last seen or heard of Molly. Driving Will’s mom’s brown Buick, Will says, “I’ve called her a couple of times, sent her a couple of texts and nothing.”
“Do you think she’s avoiding you? Maybe she’s avoiding you.”
“If she is, she’s doing a good job. When I called her today, her phone was disconnected.”
“When I liked Sarah Simmons, she disconnected her phone because of me.”
“It’s because you called her some twenty-five times and each time you left her voicemail.” Will turns the car into the BurgerJoint parking lot.
“You exaggerate. I called her twenty-three times and left her eighteen messages. But I had reasons.”
Will pulls his Mom’s Buick into a parking spot. “I’m not going to tell you this eighteen times, call a girl once, if she likes you, she’ll call you back.
“And how many times have you called or texted Molly this week.”
“She’s the exception to the rule.”
They walk in through the stainless steel glass doors. Will sees a group of college guys sitting down at a white wooden-booth in the corner. “That’s Molly’s cousin, Aaron. I’m going to say what’s up.”
“I’m kind of hungry. I’m going to grab some fries.”
Will walks over and says hi to everyone, “Hey, what’s up.” Everyone acknowledges Will. “You guys coming out to the party at The Falls.”
“Wouldn’t miss the old Falls,” one of the guys says.
Another friend adds, “It’s the last time before they bulldoze the place.”
Will contemplates whether to cut through the BS really quickly or to continue to pursue a superfluous conversation about capitalist America’s impact on capitalist youth who would be figure out who would be buying booze, weed and evading the police on the cheap. “Hey Aaron, Do you think your cousin Molly is going?”
Aaron looks back at Will, with the same green eyes Molly has but with pinkish skin and blond hair. “I don’t know.”
“What’s going on?”
“Well coming back from college…”
“You’re going to Penn State?
“Yah. So I’m back for almost six weeks and it was really tough for me to meet up with my cousin. It was weird.”
“Totally.”
“Finally, last weekend my mother and I had to go to their house and pound on the door for fifteen minutes before Molly’s mom would open the door.”
“What’s going on there?”
Aaron looks inside himself for something thoughtful, “The Crazy Syrian is insane. It’s like her Dad’s mistake is something everyone else has to pay for. To tell you the truth, I think he did right.”
“And how is she?”
“She’s a prisoner. Forced to read for hours in her room or in her kitchen under the Crazy Bitch’s supervision. She disconnected her phone, her TV and even the Internet. Now I can’t even chat with her by G-chat or Skype. It blows. My mother says she has her daughter working in the attic sorting through old stuff – throwing my uncle’s stuff away.”
Jason carrying a large order of fries resting in a French Fry Protector Pouch on a tray sits on a nearby table.
“You still hanging out with the Faucet,” one of Aaron’s friends call to Jason, “Don’t get upset and pee on yourself.”
Will looks to the friend, “You think you graduate school and knock it off”. He turns to steal a fry. “These are wicked good fries.”
July 4th and the town’s main street North Main Street, usually a congestion of automobiles choking with the four lanes of traffic and parallel parking enthusiasts, is blocked off for the annual parade routing up the main street and turning down Grant Avenue towards town’s lake – the penultimate location for the annual fireworks display. The entire town and a scattering of people from nearby towns have mainly jockeyed each other for a position along the parade route and now patiently behind the yellow rope which is tied to the stainless steel streetlights.
The corner of Main and Grant Avenue, an elevated position and prime location for watching both a majority of the parade route and the lake downhill, is convenient to Will and Jason’s neighborhood and it’s where Will, along with all the kids from the neighborhood watch the parade since they had to be chaperoned by their parents. This is, in addition to a parade, the scene of a reunion of everyone who would grew up or live around the rock at the Karins’ house. The kids who would hang out with Will and Jason have returned having brought their new friends. One of these new friend’s friend is Kristen, a tall blond who was from another part of town but had gone to an all-girl Catholic high school, instead of the public one.
“So where are you going to school next year,” she asks of Will.
“Boston College.”
“I hear they have crazy parties there, not like the eternal bore-fests we have.”
“I never heard of BC as being a big party school.”
“Well, it will be when we come up to visit,” she asserts. “Boston is so far away.”
“It’s only a forty minute drive. It’s really close.”
Jason listening pops in with, “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you in school. I think I’ll visit you every weekend and stay with you during school vacation.”
“Visit whenever you want.”
“I like college guys. They’re so mature,” Kristin brushes Will’s arm who steps back.
At that moment, Will sees from a distance, a mother and daughter walking up Grant Ave from the direction of their neighborhood.
“Hey is that?”
Jason responds, “Mister Karins?”
Will changes focus and notices the seventy-three year old landlord of the rock.
Mr. Karins stands in front of Will grey-haired, grey checked pants looking all the part of a man living his golden years. “Hello kids.”
“Hey Mister Karins. Walk up here.”
“Of course.”
“Where is the Misses?”
“At home watching the Pops. She’s bored with this small town. When are you off to BC Will?”
Will doesn’t hear him but looks off at the approaching couple.
“Did you hear me?” Mr. Karin turns around and checks out what Will is looking at.
“Sorry. What did you ask me?”
Mr. Karin sees Molly wearing a simple blue-pleated skirt with two blue long straps which would look like suspenders, a white blouse and a red and white throw around her neck and shoulders. “Ah… She’s turning into quite a woman.”
Kristin turns, “Who are you talking about? Her?”
Jason interjects, “Yes that’s Molly.”
“She’s really pretty. Is that you’re girlfriend,” Kristin asks Will.
“No. She’s just a friend.”
“Anyway kids, I’m going to take off. I’ll catch you later and whenever you want Jason, my lawn requires another cutting.”
Mister Karins walks off as Kristin continues. “I don’t think she’s just a friend. I think you like her. I know when a guy likes a girl and you like her. So what’s the problem?”
Will doesn’t respond.
“She doesn’t like you?”
“No, I really don’t know if she likes me or not.”
“So you do like her.” Kristin hears Will’s silence. “Well, I can help you get her to like you. We just have to make her jealous.”
“You guys should just start kissing.”
“No.”
“That would totally work.”
“It worked on TV.” Jason adds in a television announcer’s voice. “And if I order now, I’d also get Molly to make out with me.”
Kristin looks at Jason weirdly, “That’s not what I had in mind.”
“What would be gained at Molly making out with you? Anyway, here they come so shut up.”
At that moment, the soon-not-to-be-Mrs. Griffith walks clear of Will, Jason, Kristin and all the neighborhood connections. Molly follows her mother’s lead.
Will steps into their path, “Hi Mrs. Griffith, if that’s what I should call you? Hi Molly.”
Molly smiles and says hi. Mrs. Griffith responds, “That will work until the court-date in two weeks, then my name will revert to my maiden Bathmani.” She turns to her daughter, “if you love me, you too will change your name back to Bathmani as well and never change it again.”
Molly looks down.
Kristin steps into the picture, “Hi, I’m Kristin. Are you getting amped for the firework show? I read they’re going to have a new color. Pink.”
“That’s great.” Miz-Soon-To-Be-Bathmani interjects, “But I’m really here to watch the marching bands.”
Jason then adds – having ghosted behind Kristin into the conversation, “Did you know there’s going to be a marching band all the way from Southern Maine?”
“No, I didn’t, but sounds interesting,” Molly’s Mom responds disaffectedly. At that moment, the motorcycle cops slowly overtake the parade route giving everyone the signal the parade is going to start. “Which reminds me, we’ve got to find our spot. Enjoy the parade William.” With that the mother and daughter turn their backs to Will and Kristin and Jason walked in.
“That was weird,” Kristin interjected. “But I didn’t know this one was a comedian.”
Jason replies plainly, “But there is a band from Maine this year.”
Will’s brain attempts to connect with the conversation at hand and Jason’s dry sense of humor, but his eyes wanders to watching Molly’s dejected backside sauntering down the street. “I don’t know what just happened.”
“It wasn’t even her,” Jason interjects capturing Will’s attention.
Mrs. Griffith head attempts to figure out the perfect viewing location which was free from distraction. For her, distractions were everything and anything reminding her of a failed past reality, to include her daughter’s friends, the neighborhood they lived in and the mistakes she had made in her youth. When she feels she has gained enough separation from them, she says to Molly, “It’s perfect for a distraction-free parade,” and stops turning toward the double-yellow lines.
Molly senses her mom’s state of security and quickly turns looking back at Will, who appears to have sensed her gaze and is looking back at her.
Will looks at her and the moment expands in time and becomes simultaneously something present and holding itself in the present-not-too-distant-past. In that look, Molly’s mother, Mister Karins who is standing next to Molly’s Mother, Will’s own friends disappear along with the other spectators, the storefronts lining the street, the red-white and blue banners on the light posts and the light-posts themselves. Everything else slowly vanishes from sight until the entire world is reduced to a vacuum of white with Molly standing alone in it. In this moment, Jason finds himself close to Molly, feeling her soft body – unlike he had ever felt, with his hands wrapped around her waste seeing her, inhaling her and hearing her breath and seeing her green eyes looking back. In those eyes, he realizes her eyes aren’t green but a combination of blacks and whites, blues and yellows or yellows and cyans, reds, blues and reds, all swimming around to give the appearance of green. He knows her. He loves her.
Still in this moment, deep inside of her, he senses something he never expected from such a connection. It was something percolating and emanating from the bottom-less pit of her soul coming back at him, up from a depth and looking at him, the way Adam must have felt when Eve had taken a bite from the first Red Delicious Apple. He felt a connection with another woman through a glance which grew in itself he felt good with this initially. She was inside of him, beneath his brown eyes piercing his soul and was seeing things even he couldn’t understand. He was filled with questions and maybe by seeing them, she would be able to help him answer some of these questions.
Is this for real? Can two people connect with just a glance? Is it possible for love to be formed in these moments? A moment and a look brought so many questions and so much depth that he was began to feel overwhelmed by the weight of this moment. He felt that together they would be able to handle this and so the moment continued and his look gained greater clarity – as if truth would be discovered. And in the clarity of her eyes, he saw something he never expected – himself.
Seeing himself, he understood if she looked long enough, she too would only see herself and what he had felt just moments earlier was now replaced with the fact they’d always be distinct from each other. Was this too much? Everything exploded and the realization, “A set of Jumping Jacks are exploding at my feet. He jumps as some of his friends laugh, except for Jason.
The parade and fireworks display went off, like they would, in any small New England suburban town. The parade comprised the same marching bands playing the same marching songs; however this year there was a marching band from Southern Vermont and not Maine – as Jason joked, playing a marching band version of Moonlight in Vermont. The fireworks lasted fifteen minutes and typical except for the addition of the color pink to which some remarked how lovely the pink.
And now away from the town center and up a small brook which fell into the opposite side of the town lake exists The Falls. The location where the town brook cascades three feet over a granite rock ledge and which for hundreds of years teenagers have come to escape the rules of their parents – who had once themselves escaped the authorities by ignoring a freckled sign alerting everyone of how trespassing results in the police taking notice. A newer sign, far larger in size, signals the plans to replace the woods on property consisting of maple trees and other trees that changed colors in the autumn which surround the natural waterfall, with a multiplex of concrete structures in the form of condominiums, retail stores and office spaces centering around a manicured and manipulated waterfall lined in concrete. This would be something grand if not for the same Boston architectural firm having recently created exact identical replicas of similar concrete structures and courtyards throughout Central and Southern New England.
About twenty feet away from the Falls, where many kids are hanging out, Jason looks down at Will who had been sitting by himself.“Construction begins next week? What am I going to do when this place is gone?”
“You never come here. I bet this is the first time you’ve been here.”
“You should see this place during the day.”
“You come here during the day?” Will looks at Jason and smiles, “you always surprise me. Like when you told me how you play accordion. I’ve known you my entire life and I think we spend every waking hour together and I’ve never seen you play.”
“We don’t hang out as much as you think and you’re not going to make fun of me.” Jason takes a sip of beer, wincing as he the Natty Light down his down his throat. “How do adults drink this sh!t?”
“Last week had you told me I’d be in love: I’d have given you the face you just made with that beer. Now it feels really natural. It’s real.”
“We’ve known her all her life. Have you ever thought why all of a sudden you’re in love with her?”
“I know it’s weird. I never knew I loved her. Or maybe I knew it and just didn’t realize it?”
“And you don’t think it’s because you like a challenge?”
“A challenge? I had a connection.”
“Every guy is attracted to a girl he is somehow obstructed from having. Like when I liked Sarah, it was the fact that she didn’t answer the phone that made me like her even more.”
“You’ve never even had a girlfriend.”
Jason withers with this reprimand.
“I wish I could do something for her.”
Jason laughs.
“What?”
“You could serenade her,” Jason offers jokingly.
“I could?” Will thinks. “I could. Couldn’t I?” He thinks some more. “There’s only one problem. I don’t play an instrument.”
“You could sing A Capella.”
“I don’t know Mexican, but you play the accordion.
“No. No. No.”
In the darkness of the woods, Kristin’s voice calls out, “What are you guys doing so far away from everyone?”
Kristin and Will wait across the street for Jason.
“I can’t wait to see you serenade this girl. It’s so romantic.”
“I just hope he doesn’t wake up his mother. He does and my plans are ruined. I’ll never forgive him.”
Moments later, Jason silently comes out of his house carrying his accordion strapped to his chest. He toes across the lawn.
“What the hell took you so long?”
“My dad.”
“What you saw your dad. What did you tell him?”
“The truth.”
“And why would you do that?”
“I’m carrying my accordion down the stairs just after midnight. What else should I tell him?”
“And what did he say?”
“He said I was a good friend for helping you out and a man for,” he stopped.
“For what? How are YOU a man?”
Jason contemplates not telling his friend, but he resents a lot of the continuous digs. “He said, ‘Jason you’re a man for not telling Will how crazy he is and not talking him out of it.’”
Will looked in shock at the diss and turned seeing Kristin laughing, ‘Hey, that’s not funny.”
Kristin stops laughing, “No it was funny. It’s so true.”
“He further said, “A man is only a man when he learns to keep his mouth shut – like I have with your mother.’”
Will looks back at Jason who starts laughing and it is in this cocktail of love, drunkenness and delirium that Will broke out in laughter. He composes himself and turns looking across the street at Molly’s house, “What should we do?”
“Let’s take the long way.”
They march with a passion unseen in the earlier parade on a half-hazard route lacking observers they are aware of, or floats. Jason plays the keys on the accordion as Kristin and Will sing out of key to both Standards and pop hits. When they find themselves behind Molly’s house, they trespass through the grey house’s backyard and through a gap of fences into Molly’s backyard. When they find themselves underneath Molly’s window, the darkness of the second story window was imposing.
It‘s here in this gap, Kristin silently smiles to Jason, “You’re really good with that thing?”
“Seriously?”
“I like guys who play instruments.”
“Now what,” asks Will.
“Hello kids,” a man’s voice whispers authoritatively.
Everyone jumps at Mister Karin’s sudden interference.
“How did you get in here,” Jason asks.
“Through the front gate,” he looks back at the threesome.
“OK. This is weird,” Will chimes in. “What are you doing here?”
“I was going to ask the same question. I figured you children were up to some kind of excitement.” Mister Karins reviews the situation. “A moonlight serenade.” He looks at the blank responses. “Actually, I did this once myself.”
“With Mrs. Karins?”
Mister Karins pauses and thinks about the time he pretended to serenade the Misses, but how it was something he did with another girl he was madly in love with, who happened to be madly in love too – just with a quarterback from another town’s high school football team. So for simplicity sake he lies, “yes. That’s how the Misses and I ended up together.”
Looking back at Jason, Will asks, “So what do we do? Or Should I ask you instead Mister Karins?”
Jason responds, “I’ll just play a standard tune and you sing.”
“What should I sing?”
“Moonlight Serenade,” Mister Karins chimes in. “I love that one. ‘My love, do you know. That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming? I bring you, and I sing you a moonlight serenade.’
Will responds, “I don’t know that one.”
“Glenn Miller.”
“Yes. I never knew you liked music.”
“I inherited all my grandpa’s albums after he died.”
“You guys can catch up on what other obscure CDs you own. What else can you play?”
“There records. LPs. I’ll make up a tune and you make up the lyrics. Something about how you feel about her?”
“Okay.”
The air compresses out of the accordion and Jason began playing a simple tune, and an accordion, even played well, would sound like an air-raid siren going off in a war-zone. Jason plays and watches Will standing there and begins to sense time standing still. He looks at Will suggesting, “start singing” with a fear that dogs would be unleashed upon them and somehow he’d fail to escape them or the police because he’d feel compelled to help Mister Karins climb over the fence. “Sing”.
Finally Will sings these lyrics:
“When you looked at me, the world stood still.
Let me water your mom with wine.
She’ll pass out and then I’ll come up to kiss you.
She’ll be asleep and I’ll be there for comfort.
Your meddling mother passed out from moonshine.”
Upon Will’s final stanza, Jason wraps up the song.
The one romantic, the one accomplice and the two witnesses to make it official all look up at the window remaining in the dark.
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
“Is that her room,” Kristin asks pointing out another window with which light was on.
“That’s the…” Mister Karin attempts to warn but is suddenly interrupted by the backdoor to the back-porch opens. A figure appears out of the light, “Would you get out of here before I call the cops.”
They look at each other. Will wants to say something more, something romantic such as, “You can’t keep her away from me for ever.” But like the moment earlier in the night, another reality takes over and it makes him skeptical of whether or not Molly likes him in return. He looks up at her window looking for some sign that she has heard him and wants him. He chooses a conservative route saying, “I don’t know. Let’s go back to my house – except for you. My mom would find that kind of odd.”
They all turn and begin to walk quickly through the front gate.
“I’d be swooning,” Kristin said, “Even with the lame lyrics, ‘I’ll water your mom with wine… your meddling mother passed out from moonshine.”
Will shakes his head in doubt.
Turning to Jason, Kristin asks, “So do you play any other instruments? I had three years of flute lessons.”
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This article contains references to a couple of known and unknown serenades depending on the reader. First, this article is based off a traditional Greek Island serenade, “Patinada” (Ta Matia Sou Ta Omorpha) or” Serenade” (Your Beautiful Eyes) which I acknowledge taking the structure and creating a story from it. Here is a link to the YouTube audio clip, of the version sung by the Titan singer, Yiannis Parios http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7lLN8PO3ro&feature=PlayList&p=AEAD52A59C8AF703&index=5 … And here are my amateur translated lyrics.
Curse your mother, who made you a seamstress,
and overworks you in sowing to fix a skirt.
Oh.
Your eyes those beautiful eyes.
That look, that looks down.
Oh, which look down.
When they turn and see me.
Deep into my heart,
Deep in my heart, they tear me.
Your meddling mother I will water with wine.
So she’ll faint, so she’ll be asleep, so I will come to kiss you. (2)
Your meddling mother I will water with wine.
I also referenced a marching band playing Moonlight in Vermont at July 4th Parade. To tell you the truth, I’ve never actually heard a marching band play the song since I last went to a parade as a kid. If there is a marching band playing the song, I’ll certainly be to check out that parade. Here is a link to Willie Nelson on lastfm.com http://www.last.fm/music/Willie+Nelson/_/Moonlight+In+Vermont
Finally, Mister Karins references Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller. Here is a YouTube audio clip of Frank Sinatra singing it http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAMwla1YT0Y&feature=related (I really doubt this was the guy’s only tribute to Frank Sinatra. Sinatra fans are crazy, but this is a great song).
