YOU’RE STILL THE ONE
When I was a kid, Dad had a radio in the barn that played every second of every day for as long as I can remember. He wasn’t a “music man” by any stretch of the imagination, and, oddly enough, I don’t recall him ever singing—or even humming—along with any of the lyrics. Except for one song: “Time Marches On” by Tracy Lawrence. “The only thing that stays the same, is that everything changes … everything changes.” Funny thing is, from my earliest memories until the day I moved away from home, the only thing that changed about that radio was the thickness of the barn dust resting upon it. Apparently, the lifespan of a radio can be quite extensive. Regardless, despite my dad’s affection for it, I hated that song. Maybe because…