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Henry David Thoreau said it best.
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Genre: Biographical Fiction
Word Count: 98
THE BEAT GOES ON
“What’s the matter, Princess?”
With his thumb Bob brushed a tear from Laura’s cheek.
“I’m flunking kindergarten.”
“I don’t know howta skip.”
“Can’t let that happen. Follow me.”
Outside, in the driveway, he showed her how to hop from one foot to the other.
Haltingly she followed his lead. Then he played a tune on his synthesizer, his recent invention, to accompany her.
“Find your beat.” Gradually, he increased the tempo.
Her heart pounded with excitement. “Look at me! I’m skipping!”
Historians remember Bob Moog as the Edison of electronic music. Laura remembers him, simply, as “Dad.”