Sanibel is like Soft-Rock Central. At the ice cream parlor, at the marina, down by the shuffleboard court, there are more ’70s hits than you can throw a pet-rock at. Today while eating breakfast at the Sanibel Cafe, this one caught my ear. It was one of a stack full of 45’s I owned as a kid, a song whose warm nostalgia had me longing for the past. When I was 12.