Day 11: Morning Has Broken

This post is part of a once-a-day-month-long-blogging-extravaganza with my pals Amanda Hollinger, Monica Wyche, and Ami Worthen.

Memory: 1981. Fourth grade. Each day before class starts, Mr. Minarck walks over to the record player, pulls the vinyl disc out of its sleeve which looks impossibly small in his large, strong hands. He puts the record on the turntable, turns up the volume, clears his throat and says, “Boys and girls, please listen to this beautiful song.” The record crackles and pops, and sometimes we giggle, but we always listen.

This song is forever his.



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