Today I was listening to Neil Diamond. Love at the Greek. My Neil Diamond habit is no secret — I wrote about it in Truck: A Love Story. But today I was reminded of how I used to strap the boombox to the back of my Dad’s Massey-Ferguson 135 and listen to this album on cassette while cutting hay. I’d plug in a pair of gigantic 1970s headphones and crank the volume so I could hear the music over the noise of the tractor. And I wonder why I have tinnitus.