This album got me through a really crazy time about 4 winters ago, during a stretch of weeks when I’d get into my car after work, never earlier than 11pm, and peer at the thermometer which would read 1°, or 9°, or 7°. Like anything rough, it got better. Like anything rough, music often accelerated that change.
Yesterday, I found a gleaming penny in a parking lot. I bent to pick it up, and held it up to Rob.
“You know what they say about finding a penny on the ground, right?” he asked, with his hands jammed in the pockets of Mr. Underwood’s jacket.
I cocked my head to the side, curious how this good omen could be construed as anything other than, well, good. “No, what?”
“You’ve got a penny in your pocket.”