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Hiking in Muir Woods with an Ipod
I remember my mother telling me in 1967 about driving down the NJ Turnpike listening to a friend’s new 8-track tape machine. She said it turned the dreary surroundings into beautiful meadows with the help of the strains of Beethoven enveloping the car. I thought about Val today when I […]
