Life is a Highway

My dad taught me the “continuous reps and max volume” methodology to memorize the words to a song. Rewind the verses, play them back.  Go to the chorus, sing it back to yourself. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

This was one of those songs for my dad. It sang to his soul. I remember sitting in his car, maybe I was 8, with the harmonica on a loop. We spent days (weeks, years?) in his white Chevy Blazer on ALL commutes listening to this jam. This car, btw, is exactly as cool now as I remember it being. Chlorine was hanging heavy in the air - he was a Scuba instructor at the time, so the car smelled like a pool and tanks rolled around in the trunk.

The song would play, we would sing along, maybe fumble some words. After the song ended, he would smile. The tape would auto-rewind (that was a thing that your car could do), and then we would play. It. Again. It stays with me forever.

So today, exactly 10 years after we lost him…. Volume UP.