David Hale: Static and sirens

David Hale: Static and sirens

BEFORE THE crowds and the lights and the sound that rolls across a fairground long after dark, there was a boy in a small room learning to listen before he ever learned to speak into a microphone. David Hale wasn’t much of a sports kid. While his brother moved through...

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