3. When I was six, we moved next door to an African-American family; Tony, the teenage son, became our babysitter. Being 1975, there was a lot of great soul music in the air. I remember hanging out with Tony and his sisters, lying on their shag carpet staring at the ceiling and being enraptured by Donny Hathaway's song "Someday We'll All Be Free." It still gets to me...in fact, it's on my funeral mixtape.