I don’t think or talk about my childhood much, but the death of so many great musicians recently got me thinking about old memories and older friends. As a kid, I spent a lot of time relocating to various trailer parks in a tiny broken-down Airstream trailer. Because of the limited space, I spent as much time as I could sitting outside in my dad’s pickup truck listening to 8-track tapes. I remember being jealous of the other kids in the trailer park that had their own bedrooms. But in that rusty old pickup truck, I discovered music. I didn’t have comic books or access to a TV. Just the music. Looking back, my dad had a surprisingly good selection. James Brown, The Commodores, Otis Redding, Zeppelin, Journey, some classic country like George Jones, Willie Nelson, and Hank Williams. ..and stuffed into the glove compartment: Richard Pryor. Most of the music I came to love as a kid is linked to friendships of some kind. It’s amazing how music can lay such a strong foundation for stacking memories.