On Tuesday Maggie and I went over to her mom’s apartment so Maggie could run in and grab her dress shoes for her choir concert. On the way we were rocking out in the truck as we do, listening to Photograph by Def Leppard.
As we pulled into the parking lot Joe Elliot was singing “you got some kinda hold on me, you’re all wrapped up in mystery” and Phil Collen hammered out his barred chords.
It was early evening, sunny outside, we had the windows down. It was perfect.
After I pulled up to the front of the building, Maggie hopped out, walked about three feet, and then stopped.
Then she turned around, came back to the truck, and said through the open window, “dad, you may want to turn the music down.”