Two decades ago, my drum teacher Marty told me he was jealous of the millennial generation. When sweaty, teenage Marty learned to play in the 1970s, he wore out 10-second increments on his vinyl ...

I was in middle school when I discovered my stress-release superpower. Whenever I got made fun of for my hair gel or my white Chuck Taylors (apparently mine were the girls' version, even though ...