As we pulled off the highway, I yanked the pearly buds from my ears and the Dire Straits gave way to the stuffy silence of the bus. The quiet would explain the glares from the frumpy woman to my right—my music must have been loud. The move to local roads meant we were a mere half hour away, and my overwhelming excitement for my first trip home from college took over, usurping the place of any embarrassment I might have felt at the fact that everyone around me now knew I had the music taste of a 60-year-old man.
