As I sit outside on a refreshingly cool, clear day in Columbia, Missouri, I’m reflecting about the chaotic week in Boston and west Texas. I smile remembering how in the early 1980s I listened to marathon coverage on the radio while living near Boylston Street in an apartment full of cockroaches among a bunch of boisterous college students while working towards my Master’s in music composition at New England Conservatory and Berklee College of Music. I am a lifelong Red…..

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