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“When I was your age, I’d get up at about four o’clock every morning to deliver
newspapers, Carol,” he said on one of these occasions. “I had so many customers on my
route, my carrying bag dragged on the ground until it was light enough to hoist onto my
shoulder. I walked every inch of the way, because I didn’t own a bike. Can you even
imagine yourself doing that? Walking for blocks all by yourself in the middle of the
night? Rain or shine, snow or sleet, it didn’t matter. My customers wanted a newspaper to
read with their breakfast. Whenever you think practicing your piano lesson is hard or
boring, picture your daddy when he was your age. Now, what note am I playing?” He
played sharps, flats and both major and minor chords. “What’s this?”
“That’s . . . uh . . . I think it’s A flat.”
“No, no, you’re not listening! I give up.” He rose from the piano bench and threw
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