I was 8, and it had been a pretty crazy year for our country.My father was always a busy d o c t o r, but this Chri s t mas season, he found the time to bring three of us to an e vening Chri s t mas carol event, perhaps on Christmas Eve. My mother stayed home with the baby.I was unaware that I was about to experience the first of several childhood “magical musical moments.” We...
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