A Hard Man Is Hard To Find
August, 1986
Andrea was spinning records at a fancy New York night club, which is her job. She looked adorable in a low-cut pale-blue-satin gown, her blonde hair piled high on top of her head, her skin a rosy amber."Hello, Andrea," I sang, spinning by in the arms of my partner. "Play some George Jones. Jeez, you're looking tanned and terrific; where have you been?""You want George Jones, take a bus to Nashville," said Andrea, segueing Frank Sinatra into Prince. "I've been t...
