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The guys put the windows and doors on the house this week. Last weekend, Gaby came over to help me think about landscaping, which we can’t afford right now, but…
Here’s the strange thing about me: I can completely forget I’m a musician until I arrive at the gig. It’s as though that part of me is a set of clothes for another season, kept in a moth-proof box in the attic, out of mind until the weather changes.
Introduction On the occasion of my college graduation, I received my diploma and immediately began to examine it. It was written, unhelpfully, in Latin, a language I studied for one…