The other day I was driving home and heard a vaguely familiar song come on the radio. It took a few bars, but soon words then full lines surged up from my memory, and I sang along with lyrics that I first learned over a quarter-century ago.
It was a strange feeling: singing it was both reassuring and disconcerting, as I remembered the thrill I felt as a …
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