My students, all along the way while I was teaching, used to give me the hardest time when I would say "Oh. This is one of my favorites." I'd be talking about books. They'd say "You always say that. They can't all be your favorites."
Perhaps. But sometimes it really seems like so many are. Tonight in the car on the way back from hearing Cheryl Wheeler – one of my favorites – perform, I kept saying "Oh - that song with the part about... that is really one of my favorites." I was thinking, just now, that that's kind of a good problem to have. Too many favorites.