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Sometimes all I can do is marvel at the spectacle of the connected experience.
My own private spectacle began a week ago with a glorious summer morning, when I walked from home to my office at Lake Anne Plaza in Reston, Virginia, a Washington, DC, suburb. A bit later a crowd of children in matching yellow T-shirts from assorted day camps gathered beneath my third-floor office window for a musical performance all about percussion. With real drums and recorded accompaniment, the tympani…
