For years, I had watched the ball drop from the safe, warm confines of my parents’ living room. I was no different from many Americans who had turne...d this into a New Year’s ritual. New Year’s just didn’t feel like New Year’s without watching the ball drop (and for close to a half-century the presence of Guy Lombardo as well). So, being nineteen years old and on winter break from college, I decided that this year would be the year. The decade was turning, and what better way to greet the 1970s. ”“Do you like girls, baby?” I asked finally.Carolyn looked at me with the happiest eyes.“I fucking love girls. I want one so bad. Can we play with one?” she asked.It took me a few moments to understand what was happening. My 10/10 girlfriend wanted to bring another girl into the bedroom. We immediately jumped on the internet. We made ads on Craigslist, Reddit, Tumblr… anywhere we could place a personals ad looking for a girl to bring into our bed.We met with a few girls that didn’t stand up to. Things had gone bad when I returned to work on the construction of a new annex to a primary school. As I walked on site, I found a seventeen-ton 36o degree digger sitting astride a three-meter deep trench. The sides were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.To top it all, no trench supports had been put in place and Murphy was asking for a ladder so he could get down to the bottom to retrieve his hard hat. The machine was likely to topple into the trench and probably bury Murphy at the. Shania started this song with just the acoustic guitar as she sang:“You say you were wrong to ever leave me alone.Now you’re sorry, you’re lonesome and scared.And you say you’d be happy, if you could just come back home, Well, here’s a quarter, call someone who cares.”Right after that first verse, Steve and Paul added their instruments to Shania’s guitar. The STB, minus Cathy on the drums, created a sweet sounding county melody. It wasn’t long into the chorus of this song before Sammy and I.