The kids hate my taste in music. They call the modern acoustic folk I listen to, “Dad’s misery songs.” So you can imagine my delight when we sat down in a restaurant in Turkey’s most easterly province only to hear several of those songs spill forth from the speakers above us in succession. I couldn’t have arranged it better had I tried. I had to share a dry wry smile.

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