Benjamin Mast

Benjamin Mast is from a small Mennonite town in northern Indiana. He has been a roamer so far, moving from Indiana to Virginia to Chicago to South Korea, and finally back to Indiana, as he lives and works in Indianapolis. He seeks good food, good volleyball, and good lit wherever he goes.

Every Silver Lining’s Got a Touch of Grey

Without knowing any of their music, I didn’t like Grateful Dead. Call it a mother’s instinct, call it blatant ignorance and close-mindedness, it must have played in my house for days, weeks, maybe months before I found the album cover under Second Daughter’s bed.

Benjamin Mast

Benjamin Mast is from a small Mennonite town in northern Indiana. He has been a roamer so far, moving from Indiana to Virginia to Chicago to South Korea, and finally back to Indiana, as he lives and works in Indianapolis. He seeks good food, good volleyball, and good lit wherever he goes.

Every Silver Lining’s Got a Touch of Grey

Without knowing any of their music, I didn’t like Grateful Dead. Call it a mother’s instinct, call it blatant ignorance and close-mindedness, it must have played in my house for days, weeks, maybe months before I found the album cover under Second Daughter’s bed.

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