When I was a kid we didn’t visit my family much. We never lived close enough to, so when we did visit, it was something special. One year I found an old record player up in my grandmother’s attic. It wasn’t an antique but one that had belonged to my mother shortly before she moved out. The first album I found was HELP, by the Beatles. After having listened to Kenny Rogers, John Denver and The Carpenters most of my life, this was the greatest thing I had ever heard. To this day that song reminds me of her house.