CLEVELAND, Ohio -- We drove through the dark, my best friend and I, blasting Taylor Swift like we used to crank up Shania Twain.

It was an eight-seat Honda Pilot with a sunroof and leather seats, rather than the rusting two-door GMC Sierra with jump seats I drove at 16. And in the back were our daughters, belting “The Fate of Ophelia” with us.

And my heart felt so full.

‘Keep it one hundred on the land, the sea, the sky/Pledge allegiance to your hands, your team, your vibes,” we chorused, enthusiastically mimicking the dance moves from Taylor’s video.

While three decades ago, we line danced to “You gotta shimmy shake/Make the earth quake.”

In 1996, we were newly minted drivers, testing our freedom on the twisty roads of Bath Township as we cruised to the Boot Scootin’ Saloon, or to Sw

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