A couple of months ago, my wife and I were in the car with our 10-year-old daughter and her friend. We were listening to jazz on the radio when, about 15 minutes into the trip, my daughter asked if she could change the music. I gritted my teeth. When we’re in the car, I listen to my music. My father played Sinatra on 8-track tapes in the car, and that was that.

Source: Wall Street Journal January 04, 2020 05:03 UTC