Before marriage, my friends and I were ravenous for a peep into our futures.

If I’d saved all the money I spent on fortune tellers over the years, I’d live in a home directly on the ocean. In Malibu.

I grew up in a musical family. My mother occasionally taught syncopation, my father played the harmonica like James Cotton. Our house was filled with everything from Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony to honky tonk. When they weren’t practicing, jamming or having sing-songs with their friends, they danced to tunes emitting loudly from the record player…