It all started in a van.
I am instantly transported to the beige mini van, sliding doors open, windows down, dad driving and listening to Tennessee Stud or The Ballad of Curtis Loew.
To this day, I still know all the words to my dad’s favorites. I was lucky enough to grow up with parents who loved music, the outdoors and encouraged us to do what we loved. Thanks to them, I haven’t stopped listening to music and looking up at the sky. I hope you can jam out to some of these playlists and maybe even look up the clouds simultaneously.