Today seemed like a pretty ordinary day. Some work out of town. Some success. Some failure. The usual. When I got back to the house, my son the Future Rock Star asked if he could come along on a trip to the grocery store. On the way he plugged his phone into my car's audio system. And he started playing Frank's version of Blue Moon.
"Say Dad, do you think we can cover this?"
A sideways glance from your Epic.
So we did. We sang it all the way through. We sounded great. I don't know what is happening. I think my life is now perfect. And complete.