Every trip I take has a soundtrack. When I was young, I used to make mixtapes with new stuff that I’d imagine sounding perfect driving through the desert, skiing down a mountain, or lying on a quiet beach. As a result, I still have many of the cassettes, labeled "Arizona," "Aruba," and "Road trip ’89." When I listen to those tapes now, I can remember exactly where I was and how I felt at each song. It’s like looking at a photo album, but with more of the senses.
Last week, my soundtrack song was "Empire State of Mind," and as my family and I flew over New York City [...]