Wednesday, May 16, 2018


Some years ago I had a dream about my dad, and his playing. It struck me deeply. 
A few days later I went to midtown to music row. 
I told the owner of an instrument shop about my dream. 
How I wanted an instrument like my father's so I could finally learn. 

He was moved, and searched in his store-room for the exact model. 
He found it, and it was. He tuned it for me. It played beautifully. 
Today I still have it.

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