Dan Fogelberg is dead. My dad and I used to listen to his 8-track tapes in the Vega and sing along as I learned how to drive in the Wisconsin countryside. I'm crying about another dead celeb, I know, but gawddamn, he was a good one.
This one's for you dad, I love you, keep staring at your slippers 'til they wheel you out for another smoke.
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