Dear Kenny Rogers
Dear Kenny Rogers, When I was a little girl, my mom and her best girlfriend took a road trip together. They piled us kids into a big, blue station wagon and took off from Salt Lake City, Utah to Washington State. It was 1984 and I was ten years old. The station wagon was equipped with an 8 track player and a limited number of 8 tracks. One of those 8 tracks was your greatest hits album, and I was immediately hooked. I loved your songs so much that when the album ended, I insisted they play it again. And again. And again. Everyone else in the car grew tired of it, but i'd make such a fuss that they'd keep it playing just to keep me quiet and happy. From Salt Lake City to Washington and back again, we listened to little else. I still love your music, Kenny, and I love the nostalgia that those old songs bring to me. When we returned from our trip, I asked my mom to take me to the record store. Your greatest hits album is the first album I ever bought and was the