One morning after graduating from High School, I was driving to my summer job — a warehouse gig, unskilled labor for a small business that made wood products for home construction. That summer I was falling in love with classical music, and this particular morning I was listening to our lone FM classical station as I drove west across the Virginia Penin…
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