My mother's cousin Tommy's ex-wife Dale (Martin) was an important influence when I was a boy. She knew a lot about a lot of things, but never cared much about what she knew, or who knew it.
Dale would often stop by the house and invite me to join her on her errands. Sometimes when I visited she would put on a record and watch me listen to it. I tried to look interested, but I always felt embarrassed, because I knew she knew I was trying too hard.
After a couple years of putting on records, Dale put on Nancy Wilson's How Glad I Am (1966) and, just before the needle dropped, told me that Nancy Wilson is her favourite singer and that I am her favourite husband's cousin's son.
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