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If you were the organ grinder, I would crash my monkey-sized cymbals for you.

My old Boy Scout troop had a bus – a big old school bus painted tan like a Boy Scout uniform, retrofitted to store camping equipment, and with some extra lighting.
I have a very specific memory of Clay, Joseph and I being left on board while our fathers went to talk.
(I can’t imagine that being [...]