"It's good to renew one's wonder. Music will make children of us all..."

I first heard what Laura really said on a chair by the old victriola my grandparents had given me. Songs jumped and whispered round my head round the 78 rounds per minute til i was home searching and delighting the history hiding in the groove. The history led me to the bicycle-specked warmth from oven-baked streets in Phoenix Arizona. History here, so i tell, became where the songs became alive; she became one. But t...