You know, it’s funny. My precious beautiful boy Draco, I only get to see him 6 hours a week. And I try to make the best of those 6 hours. And because he’s autistic, I sometimes miss the mark. But music, this seems like a place where we connect. Although I don’t sing all that well, I remember my choir practices at Evergreen Park Presbyterian Chuch , where I was a pretty good boy soprano before I quit. I got older later, and I became enthralled with the rock and roll singers of the ’60s and ’70
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