The first place Dolly Parton’s love of literacy touched my life was not on a stage or inside a library. It was in the passenger seat of a car. I can still picture those rides with my father. I would read Dolly’s books aloud to him as the road stretched ahead of us, and we would listen to her music together along the way. Her stories and songs became part of the rhythm of those trips. They made ordinary miles feel warmer, and they gave us somethi…