I was in the Millennium Falcon the other day, driving the kids from one place or another. I forget what it was. Immaterial to the story.
So I’ve got the radio on and the opening guitar strains to “Jessie’s Girl” by Rick Springfield comes on. I turn up the music.
It’s a warm summer day. The windows are down. And I’m singing along to every word of the song. I can see my kids in the rear-view mirror collectively rolling their eyes at me.
I don’t care.
I am not ashamed to admit to enjoying Rick Springfield’s music.