Every other Friday after he got off work, we would drive across town to meet my mom. I would get out of dad’s car, having just listened to something like The Lovin’ Spoonful or The Guess Who, and get into my mom’s Fiat 124 where she was listening to Styx or The Cars. It always took my brain a few minutes to adjust. Her music was more energetic and full of life. The guitars were fuzzy and the drums were right there in the foreground. It was exciting music, and it meant an end to the drudgery of the school week. The beginning of the weekend. Let the good times roll.