My mom owned two records that I listened to before I started collecting my own.  One was George Benson’s “In Your Eyes” album with his rendition of Roberta Flack’s “Feel Like Making Love” and the other was Gladys Knight and the Pips “The Best Of” with “Midnight Train To Georgia”, “The Way We Were” and “You’re The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me”.  I was like 7.  And these were the songs that helped formulate my ideas of love and heartbreak.  Yes, at that young age.  The old cliche stands:  They don’t make them like this anymore.  I made a tape of the best songs from these two albums, I still listen to it.  It reminds me of 188 Ryerson Rd., in Lethbridge, Alberta, and the wood grain record player that we had in the family room.  I remember feeling good about being alive and excited about a world that could produce such great talent and music.  It was a good thing.  Probably one of the best things that ever happened to me.  Take a look through the window at my life, pretend you’re hearing beauty like this for the first time… maybe you’ll see what I see…
“If anyone should ever write my life story, for whatever reason there might be,
You’d be there ‘tween every line of pain and glory, because you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”