Hot dog songs bring back the memories
I can’t sleep tonight. I keep thinking of a song I heard come on in the background at work today —yacht rock channel, Dan Fogelberg. Funny how a song can elicit feelings that transport you to a time that doesn’t exist anymore. My sisters and I over the years, joked a lot about how hits from the 70s and 80s remind us of being kids at the home we grew up in on Kent Drive in Granger, Indiana. We called them ‘hot dog songs,’ because they reminded us of our dad’s old songs on the record player in summers of our youth, when he was barbecuing out back or probably doing yardwork. Mom might have been in the kitchen canning tomatoes that my dad grew in his magnificent garden (a garden with corn so high it touched the heavens). My sisters and I might’ve been on the slip n slide by the clothesline or climbing trees or building forts. We’d also hear Billy Joel, the Eagles, Crystal Gayle, Jim Croce —these are the songs on the soundtrack to our childhood there on Kent Drive. These hot dog songs....
