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“I got a broken one,” I said after three forceful blows into the squarish rectangular hole. “You hum into it,” Dave gently reminded me as we walked toward Macon’s Amphitheatre. My 7-year-old self would’ve shaken her head and disowned me on the spot, but at 43, I didn’t entirely believe my husband. Still, I wasContinue reading “I Showed Up for a World Record — But Found Something Else”