Country music
I remember the first time, standing in my new living room, I heard the deep voice of Josh Turner and the strains of country music coming from outside. I leaped to the window to see where the music was coming from and was shocked to discover it was coming from my neighbor's little shop. I put on a wrap and went down to check it out. "You're listening to country!" I exclaimed. He gave a gentle grin and said, "Yes, it's my favorite music." "Me too!" I grinned at him, then stood watching the music video on his computer screen as we both listened to the familiar sounds. I quickly got used to hearing him play country music at all hours of the day. Assuming the power was on, he was either playing the Quran, local pop music, or American country music. He didn't speak English, but listening to American country was definitely his happy place. I brought him baked goods and we'd chat about anything and everything. But he never showed a particular i...