Listening to some tunes on a train ride back from a tiring day at work, my shuffle landed on James Taylor and I sort of melted in relaxation. Sure, James has a place in hearts everywhere — and it felt nice to listen at that moment, because he really takes me back to being really young. My parents used to play his music around the house, and I’ll always remember after dinner when James, John (Denver) or Kenny G would come out until bedtime.

 A few good ones —