COLUMN: To a dad who rocks

In the background of any Aerosmith song, I can faintly hear the sprinkler running, gravel crackling under truck tires, birds chirping and my father's John Deer lawnmower — the sounds of summer I experienced as a child fortunate enough to have both parents in the picture.

Before downloading and carrying your music on a portable device was ever a thing, the bulk of my music appreciation came from car rides with my dad.

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