When I was in high school, each zit-bedazzled student underwent a mandatory one-on-one with the guidance counselor, who was bald and terrifying in the way Nikita Khrushchev was bald and terrifying. The counselor asked if I had pondered a career. “Race-car mechanic or drummer for Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass,” I responded, which caused […]
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Theater of the Mind: These Amazing Miniatures Prove that Perception Often Happily Tru
