Listening to Rollin’ and Tumblin’ by Cream. I’ll always associate this song with Mama. I think it’s fair to say it’s one of her favorites. I heard her listening to it in her room one night. I went in there to ask her something and when I opened the door Mama’s hands were in the air. She was sitting in her computer chair, but her feet were doing some kind of jig. It embarassed the hell out of Mama, but I thought it was great. Mama’s Baptist upbringing might kept her from dancing, but it’s never stopped her from wanting to. It tickles me that this song can (almost) bring that out of her.