I turn the car radio up. The sun has creeped out and the temperature has passed 50 degrees. Winter will end. Spring will arrive.
And Tom Cochrane’s “Life Is a Highway” is on the radio.
My children are in the backseat of our dinged-up 2005 Honda Accord. As I turn up the song, I call out to them, telling them that they know this song. Thanks to the movie Cars, which I loved by the way, every kid knows the song. I don’t wait for their responses and keep turning the volume higher.
With the car radio cranked up to 20 and me hitting 45 in a 35 mile per hour zone, I’m about as far on the edge as my middle-aged self can go.
But I want to hit the gas. I want to blast the radio higher.
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