It is 1956, the summer between my junior and senior years in high school. We are at a party on my block and it is later in the evening. The party started pretty spontaneously, with my friend Jerry suggesting it and offering his house. He was a little younger than I and I thought it was pretty presumptuous of him, but I didn’t know then that his mother and my father were having an affair. He did and figured he could get away with about anything. In any case I was stoked. I had been been infatuated with Julianne Moore, Jerry’s classmate, whom I knew from the drama group where I was a growing star. She must have had her eye on me too, as to my very big surprise and huge delight, she accepted my invitation to the party. We had started out innocently enough, in the garage, lots of strung up lights, and punch bowl, I think it was Hawaiian Punch with some orange soda in it. There was no alcohol, cause we weren’t there yet. Chips and dip, popcorn, just the easy party accouterments, put together at the last minute, shared the table with the punch bowl and some sort of record player. And we ‘jitterbugged…’ I thought I was pretty good….I wasn’t…but it didn’t matter cause soon enough we got hot and sweaty and turned off the music. I suggested spin-the-bottle. Remember that? This is in the mid-fifties, and something was needed if we were to get close and sure enough we did. Julianne and I had our first kiss. It was thrilling. I was primed for something big. After a few dozen kisses around the group, the lights came down, and the close dancing started. Julianne and I. It was when Blue Moon came on, that my heart left my body and I was in love. She was obviously moved too. And we held on and danced and danced and danced. Perhaps, in my mind, we never quit dancing. Perhaps in my heart I never quit loving. In any case, we had a great summer, and were boy friend and girl friend; until school started, when Julianne started going out with a football player. A big guy, a jock. Did I mention that I was not big. I was small, smart, wore glasses, funny, and had a heart broken into one million little sharp pieces, some of them still, after 60 years, send little stabbing pains into me. I now, at this late date, after two marriages, three children, and an eighteen year history with my current partner, still recall that song, that night, that love.