On Growing, Learning, and the Fallacy of "Stupidity"When I was a boy, small in size but full of questions, I learned early that the world had a way of shaping you into something or someone else. It was a harsh world, one where to be anything less than perfect was to be looked at as foolish, as stupid. The boys in school, the teachers, even the men

THE ROY DAWSON. THE ROYELVISBAND.Seattle. Songs. Scars. Soul.They call him a singer songwriter lyric God, but that ain’t the word. Roy Dawson is a damn force of nature. Ain’t no soft edges on this man. He walks like a freight train rolls—slow, heavy, and sure as hell not stopping unless you want to be part of the wreckage.That night in Seattl