This weekend I took a little road trip to take my son to camp. With nothing on the radio, I dug around and came up with a cassette. It had no artist cover, just my loopy, teenage handwriting all over the paper liner. Yes, it was a mix tape. From 1987. So I popped it in the player and started to sing (while my son pushed his headphones deeper into his ears). I found myself thinking about the power of… Read more »