As a boy, I had the privilege of growing up in small towns, where forests and fields were not too far from our back door. A sense of wonder and respect for nature came from climbing trees and building hideouts.
I stopped listening to music. That's right, the closing coda called and the sousaphones, saxophones and sitars fell silent.
Editor's note: This year marks the 70th anniversary of the founding of New China.
While recently rereading the adventures of the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes, penned by Arthur Conan Doyle, it struck me how, long before smartphones and online cab hailing, the industrious elements of London society nonetheless managed to dash about the city with a speed worthy of the Greek victory goddess Nike.
Editor's note: This year marks the 70th anniversary of the founding of New China.
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