It was the summer of 1940, you were with your friends at a carnival down in Seabrook. You were a very classy person, only because you had come from the city.

You were at the fair with a few of your friends when suddenly, a very poor looking male came up to you. He smells like lumber and looked to have coal particles on his uniform. He didn’t seem to mind his appearance however. He had a small smile on his face.

“Would you dance with me?”

He had a soft southern accent.