One good thing about music - When it hits you, you feel no pain

It's 8:30am on this warm Spring Friday. I'm in the office alone and listening to Bob Marley's African Herbsman. I didn't know it when I put it on, but this record evokes a random memory of hanging out in my high school girlfriend's driveway with my friend Dan, listening to tunes on his car stereo.

I love it when music can dig into the recesses of your past, pull out an unimportant sliver, and make it feel like it happened yesterday.