A young man came to talk with me while I was working in the front yard of our home. He said he lived up the street and was working to pay for a trip to Europe with his music class. He said his family believed in a strong work ethic and he'd be happy to come back and help me work in the yard... After the trip. I told him it wasn't a good time - as my son'law had been diagnosed with cancer and we were just trying to adjust. But he was persistent - talking about the music a lot. I didn't want any magazines - but, finally, agreed to buy an Atlas. (Things were very roller-coastery and my son'law died this past September). Going through papers I found the receipt and went online and found this site. Sigh. Sad when it's kids.
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