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Six-year-old David is a drummer. Ever since he can remember, he's felt the itch in his fingers and the rhythm in his wrists. Te ter tum...terum rum tum a tum a tum atummey tum te tum. He's tried keeping time with spoons, knives, shoes, even the legs of a kitchen chair his Mom later insisted he glue back together It's nothing short of a miracle, therefore, when Mom and Dad present him with a real drum. It's also nothing less than a disaster when the drum tears a few short hours later. Aspiring young musicians will find hope -- and all youngsters will take pleasure -- in this touching memoir of jazz musician, Panama Francis. Luminous oil paintings, especially of young David in the midst of a marching band, further reveal the magic of music and the joy it gave to one drummer man from old Miami.