I was driving up 95 yesterday, listening to the sad twangy tunes on Cat Country. I had just spent the afternoon getting hit with reality like a ton of bricks at my grandmother's house, and I was bawling my eyes out listening to some song about a mother becoming her own mother's hero through an illness. As the song wound down, an advertisement kicked on.

"Cat country 98.1... if you want more of today's country music, you'll have to move to Nashville!"

And I couldn't help but laugh.