September 8, 2000
Remembering a Defunct College Where Misfits Thrived
A boy of 17 sits in a candle-lit room -- nobody can figure out how to turn on the lights -- playing guitar with his teacher, a tall, rangy man with a long braid down his back, fading into gray. He and the boy trade riffs -- blues, folk, some rock 'n' roll, a few hillbilly tunes. Most of the songs are about love, loss, and journeys.
The small group of adults in the room -- all in their 40's and 50's, including the boy's father -- sit on the floor, or on wooden benches. They
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