Full Moons, Pick Up Trucks, and What Fathers Know

My first memory of Tom Petty, and pretty much all music, was an old cassette case my dad had in his truck of Full Moon Fever. When the sun pierced the window, it seemed to shine like a thousand prisms. I don't have many memories of my father, but for some reason, the colorful album art stuck with … Continue reading Full Moons, Pick Up Trucks, and What Fathers Know