That kid sitting second in from the left, wearing the oshkosh overalls, that is me at age four already knowing that someday I was going to rock the world as some kind of kazoo playing folk rock god. Well sort of...not really. My musical hopes and dreams are reduced to convincing myself I could be the best front man of a band by singing 60s era pop songs at the karaoke bar. But I can still play a mean kazoo. And my hair still sticks up in the same places it did twenty-five years ago.
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