Also important to note.

Dad has interesting taste in music for a white guy born in the late 1940s and raised at least partially in the South, including a ton of jazzy/soul/disco stuff, much of it by non-white guys. I'm not sure what he listens to on a daily basis, but back in the day, he was the owner of a black Ford Escort hatchback with a Dolby tape player. No, not Thomas Dolby. Anyway. Some of his proudest moments were spent hurtling (as much as one can hurtle at 55 mph) along 95 North, tweaking the stereo settings for every single song on his Billy Ocean Greatest Hits tape. You see, this was our soundtrack. For. Every. Trip. Strangely, I wouldn't have it any other way. I now own the tape, but am lacking both a Ford Escort and a Dolby tape player. Caribbean Queen, why must you dodge by me in painted-on jeans? Oh, the memories. Dad never mentioned whether he thought Billy was hot, however. Alas.