Those Liberal Kids, Postscript

At the veterans’ band concert today, our favorite saxophone player told me that he remembered my external hard drive, this time, now with a complete copy of his music collection.

You only had to call me a liberal once. Boy, I did not like that.

He laughed, and seemed to mean that jokingly — there was still that slightest trace of resentment. Not at all ironically, liberal precepts — tolerance towards others, and ignorance of stereotype — would have saved him a little grief.

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