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Once as a boy traveling along a country road past meadow and farm, my grandmother sat firmly behind the wheel of a pea green ford with imitation wood sides. There was no destination at all, as summer evenings where apt to produce. This was the...

Somewhere along the line, the yes of my youth got washed aside. I grew too heavy to stand like a lighthouse on my father’s raised arms. I knew too much about pitch and tone to shamelessly let my pipes blow from the top of the...