Whenever I think of the Iowa Waltz, I remember that there were mornings when my sister and I would sleep in on the weekend and if we had things to do as a family, or just didn’t want to sleep, my dad would sing that song. Our bedrooms were up on the second floor and so he’d sing it from there and he’d keep singing it until we’d get up. And so I’d just sort of, whenever I hear that song I just sorta remember that. It just sort of gets at the love of music and the part it’s played in our life.
 I will confess–because I haven’t always lived in Iowa, in fact, not for very long–this was the first time I had heard that song today. I had never sung the Iowa Waltz or heard the Iowa Waltz ever in my life before today, so that was really neat.