🎵 41 years later, it still sounds incredible. It doesn’t just bring back memories, it brings back stories, places, feelings… an entire era. A classic that will keep echoing through time.
My neighbor’s old black Labrador has reached that stage of life where his memory comes and goes, and somewhere along the way he became completely convinced that our house belongs to him too. Every morning, almost to the minute, he makes his slow little journey across the grass and nudges open our back gate like a dog returning to property he personally paid taxes on. No hesitation. No uncertainty. Just this calm confidence that says, Of course I live here. Why wouldn’t I?