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This is a love story. Love of my wife, my friend, and of music.
It was March 22, 1985. I didn’t remember the date but google to the rescue. I was in eleventh grade, and my close friend wanted me to go to the Triumph concert with her.
I was a late bloomer when it came to discovering music. I’d gone to my first concert onl…
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