We’re getting ready to run. Mo wants some music while she gets dressed.
I go to Spotify on the iPhone. The Eric Taylor station is playing a song by Steve Young.
I carry it in to her. Steve sings over the little built-in speaker. The sound quality sucks, but it’s music nonetheless.
Then it hits me. Fifty years later, I’ve come full circle. I’m a 6-year-old again, carrying a small device around, listening to crackly music in mono at low volumes.
Thanks to a smart phone I could never begin to understand, a music app and a wi-fi connection, everything is familiar.
I am back to listening to a transistor radio.
I smile. I like being a kid.