by Stowaway Magazine | Jul 1, 2014 | Culture, Life, Summer 2014
It’s the middle of May, and you’re being awakened by snare drums pounding outside your window. Tut . . . Rut tut tut . . . Rut tut tut tut tut. No, a war is not about to start. It’s just the practice sessions of the young drummers, dressed in the colors of...
