The subway car this morning was quiet and I had my nose in a book, but all of a sudden, five feet away from me, there was the strum of a guitar, and four hispanic men wearing matching Wrangler jeans, blue shirts, and cowboy hats launched into a rousing version of Guantanamera. It was all I could do to not sing along (I only know the chorus
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