When we first arrived in Canada, my dad was a gardener for old man Pete. Mr. Pete, as I affectionately called him, was an artist who refused to starve. He was a painter at heart, but became a successful entrepreneur owning his own warehouse. What I inherited from that atmosphere was an obsession for the classical, and my dad- an obsession for
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