Assistant Village Idiot writes about caroling in the car.

This is what I’m talking about… When I was growing up we sang in the car all the time and I thought it was such a big deal and so important. Turns out, for my folks, it was just a way to keep us busy because we didn’t have a radio.

My favorite rolled-up memories of my family are singing in the car… and no one else cared.

I did not marry a like-minded spouse and we never sang in the car.

It still makes me sad and I’m about to be an empty nester.