I grew up with a milder form of rock music than I heard the other day booming from a car when I pulled into an Iola convenience store.
Buddy Holly was my favorite, along with a long list of one-hit wonders. Nothing gets me more nostalgic than a ballad from the 1950s. I can close my eyes and drift back when the Platters croon “Only You.”
I also have a fondness for big bands and old-style Western music, which prompted me to snatch up a book about Bob Wills at a yard sale, a bargain at a quarter.