“Don’t forget this one…” The muffled sound of music plays in the background.
“Which one?” I ask, not able to discern a melody through the phone lines, me in Nashville, her in Minneapolis. She can’t remember the title, but she will.
My sister, Jody, sings along with the music in the car, “Call me from this boat, I wanna walk on the water.” It’s my song abo…
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