by Elizabeth Trail
HARDWICK — When I was a child, Pete Seeger’s folk music was playing on our old phonograph nearly every day.
I grew up feeling almost as though he’d actually been in our living room. I could see him sitting on the floor with my father, talking politics, and the way the smoke from my father’s cigarette curled up into the light from the window.
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