#2 — Music

If James Taylor is on the radio, it’s Saturday. I’m sitting in the back of the old panel truck my dad is rebuilding.

When Billy Joel sings about his life, it’s that sunny afternoon I’m flying with my Cylon Raider spaceship outside and hearing the Duke just died.

As much as I love Little Red Corvette and 1999, I’m still standing off to the side, working up the courage to join in the seventh grade dance when the songs end.

Music fixes memories better than a photo ever could. My 100 year old self will have the most amazing playlists.