It’s the middle of the night and I wake to hear music. Music? At 2:00am? Oh, yeah, now I remember. My grandbaby is visiting and she sleeps to worship music playing all night long. Worship music. All night. This is the child of the child of mine who often listened to music I highly and vehemently disapproved of when she was a teenager. More than once I drove down the road listening to a CD my granddaughter’s mother (aka, my daughter) had pushed into the car’s CD player that I didn't Keep Reading...