There are certain things I knew I’d be excited to rediscover in parenthood — model trains and Legos, for instance, though my son is still too young for them now. Favorite books. Swingsets.
In the meantime, I’ve been pleased and surprised to rediscover the music of Burl Ives. Fun books are everywhere, but recorded music is hit or miss, either too sappy, too pedagogically obvious, or just trying too hard to be funky. So I took a suggestion from my mother and went back to an album I had and loved as a kid. Am I biased? Probably. But this is good, simple stuff, and I’m glad it’s back in my life.