by Peter Twitchell
Today I would like to talk about how I got interested in music. It’s not a long story. I grew up as a boy infant. I remember being bundled up in a sled with a sleeping bag and canvas to protect me from the extreme cold winters we had in the 1950s.
I don’t know if you call it a gift but I’m amazed that I have a photographic memory. I remember moments as an infant and as a one-year-old and people and names like Moses Buzz who helped Mom put me in the sled and…