Wow, you have an amazing way with words, my friend. I was right there in that kitchen with you, straining to catch every last note.

Even though our life experiences are vastly different (thirteen kids? And here I complain about being one of five!), it sounds like we grew up around the same time, although I'm feeling incredibly spoiled by my childhood. For example, I spent many hours with my very own turntable (it could only play 45s) listening to one song over and over again, until I knew all the words. Of course, it helped that my dad owned a TV & Appliance shop.

I'd say this was very worthy of raising from the dead. Just make sure you keep a salt circle around you at all times, just in case... 😉