A few things you should know about me: I have a huge soft spot for mix tapes (even if they’re CDs). I love spending hours agonizing over the perfect track list, picking out songs that hint at what I’m feeling about the recipient, but don’t come right out and say it, and listening and re-listening to them long after I’ve given them away. I like receiving them, too - from friends, from boys that I like, from total strangers.
I drive an aging green hatchback Ford Focus. It’s got a messy interior, a misfiring engine, and a turn signal that only works sometimes. My parents gave it to me on my 16th birthday, not realizing that maybe I should have already known how to drive before I tried to master the delicate art of the manual transmission. Now, the Fightin’ Focus is almost 8 years old, and she’s (miraculously) still going (sort of).
Knowing these things, you can imagine my delight when I found this story on npr.org.
It’s a lovely slice of serendipity, and I highly recommend that you either listen to it, or read it, especially if you like rock’n'roll, or beat up cars.
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