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This starts way back, way, way back, during the 1940s when I was a teenager in England. The war had just ended, and I had found two boyish interests — soccer and jazz — that made me happy. Not least because both of them involved parental disapproval. That was my — unaware — contribution to the burgeoning post-war teenage revolution.

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