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I confess: I don’t particularly like rap. Maybe it’s an acquired taste, like mushrooms or artichokes. Maybe if I live long enough, it’ll grow on me.

But I doubt it. I’m too old, and likely too square. Led too sheltered a life, now largely behind me. I’m in the winter of my years and the tattered shawl I pull around me for warmth wasn’t even necessary when it was summer.