
On the morning of the last day of the best days of his life, Ernie Harwell got up and put a cassette into the small recorder he had plugged in under the sink. "This is Sammy Fain singing," he said. The recorder spit out scratchy sounds of an old man and a piano, a ballad, a pretty melody. We came together young and strongThe summer smiled and touched us with a songfor that one summerthat one sweet summer


