The Iowa Waltz
[1] 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…