A story about "Blue" — 6 years ago
I had not known my father for more than a cumulative 96 hrs. I was 19 and went on a camping trip with him in northwest penn. While we were out there for two days, and on the morn of the third the campground manager came to see my father before most people woke up. When I woke my father took me aside to let me know that my best friend in the world died in a car crash the day before. The world melted away around me and I was alone. We went back to his house to pack and go back to Moms for the funeral. While we were at his house he put this album on. How cathartic. Thank you Joni and thank you Dad.