Keith and I were driving and the song “More Than A Feeling” by Boston came on the radio.

Keith said it sucks.

A few days later I went to eat my lunch outside at a playground. From across the soccer field I heard the sound of “More Than A Feeling.” I walked to the edge of a hill and looked down at a man painting his garage while listening to tunes on a radio.

On a sunny, late summer day, “More Than A Feeling” didn’t suck.