Summer was an endless schedule of Little League baseball games and we spent a good chunk of our time traveling between baseball fields and pizza parlors. As you can imagine, we got in a quite a bit of quality time crammed in the car, a minimum of four kids and two adults... and a radio.
We were particularly fond of "More Than a Feeling" by Boston. Partially because it's a timeless classic rock song. Partially because my aunt's name is Marianne. Honestly, you don't really need a good reason to love this song. It's okay - just let it happen.
Five of the six usual passengers really enjoyed singing along - very loudly. My uncle would bang out the drum solos on the steering wheel. My cousin would rock out on the air guitar. However, one, who shall remain nameless, would shake their head at us in embarrassment, whining, "Guys! Stoooop!", occasionally ducking down out of sight of the windows at a red light or as we pulled into a parking lot. I mean, really, our voices weren't thaaat bad. I don't think. Well, maybe they were. Who knows.
This song came on in the car during my commute today and I was immediately transported to a time over ten years ago. As I belted it out, I missed my family band. I even missed the whining from the backseat trying to get me to shut up. Whenever this song comes on, I can immediately feel the summer heat, the anticipation of seeing friends or looking forward to an important game, and I have a sense of home. Summertime really isn't complete without it.