Memorizing "Rosalita" happened over time: first a few trips, then a few days, then weeks, then years, all riding passenger side by my dad as he drove me from lacrosse games to choir practices, teaching me most everything I needed to know about the ups and downs of life through disc after disc of rock and roll.
When a mother first learns that she is pregnant, there is a flurry of emotions. And learning that she is having a girl? What a thrill! There's nothing quite like the bond between a mother and her daughter. But sometimes anxiety sets in or self-doubt arises: How will I know how to take care of her? Raise her? Protect her?
My 24-year-old daughter and a friend are somewhere along the Blue Ridge Parkway, perhaps at a campground in Great Smokey National Park. I envision the two young Sarah Lawrence film school graduates barricaded behind the Subaru wagon they bought for their road trip, pepper spray and tasers at the ready.
These clothes held a special meaning, they've traveled with him from when he was my age until now. Out of all of the clothes that I borrowed, there's one item that I managed to hold onto - his old denim jacket. I left home with that jacket and moved across the country. Who would have thought, so much could be taken away from an old tattered denim jacket?