"Harmony" by Elton John

is what I should be listening to in my Daddy's car, driving North on US 1, past Frank Giuffrida's Hilltop Steak House, past the Christmas Tree Shops Flourescent Rectangular Prism, past three Burger Kings and two McDonald's, up to Polcari's where I will be served a large portion of potato gnocchi that will sit in my belly and make my childhood bedroom smell like garlic into the mid-morning.