There is nothing I love more than cruising in my black pick-up truck with my side-kick, my best friend, my ride or die; my grandson Micah. It’s just me in the driver’s seat and Micah by my side, wind blowing in our hair (well his hair!), having deep conversations about love, hot Cheetos and music. We don’t actually talk about music, we feel it, we groove to it, we become it... together. I am known for breaking out in song, outside, or anywhere, but my truck is the main stage and Micah my co-star. He would hear all the 60's and 70's music in the truck and start to join in with me. We became a two man band. We would belt lyrics to a song and I would stop short of finishing the song lyrics, and point to Micah. He wouldn't miss a beat and complete the song.