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This morning I kept a promise and strapped my violin case to my back, walked down the hill to the school where the middle two boys are and went in to the office where a substitute secretary went fumbling through desk drawers to find me a visitor’s pass so that I was official. It is astounding how every school seems to have its own culture of protocols, at my younger son’s school I have to create an account on a visitor’s computer on which I sign in; here the community is so small that everyone pretty much recognizes everyone, but there are concessions to security, a kidnapping from a Portland school last spring, I don’t complain. And then I went out to the portable classroom where my son’s class is, open the door to a jumble of seven...

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