It's 1973. I am five years old. I'm sitting at the back of our car. My mom is playing this Elton John recording on her car's stereo. It must have been an 8-track tape. While she drives, she quietly sings and she clicks her wedding ring against the steering wheel to keep time. She has a good taste for music.
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Became a Dad recently. Singing your little one to sleep is almost as nice as being the little one getting sung to sleep.