At 78, Richard Carpenter sits alone on the front steps of the modest Downey home where he and Karen once dreamed the world into harmony. The paint on the railing has long since faded, but the memories remain—bright as ever. A gentle breeze rustles the hedges she used to hum beside, and for a moment, it’s almost as if her voice is still there—soft, sweet, eternal.
“We’ve Only Just Begun” – The Carpenters is a soft, shimmering anthem of hope and new beginnings — a song…