I listened to Dan Bern's newish CD—Drifter—while I unpacked boxes of papers that had been stored away for some years. I recycled plenty of papers that didn't matter anymore but I also found plenty of delightful things, like a letter from Josh's mom and photos of some little girls who are now grown women, and my eyeglass prescription and a magazine that my mom was published in (Country Living: Dry Your Own Flowers)—all while listening to Dan Bern sing with his poetic lyrics and his driving, rocking twang.
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