I had a lovely evening, having accepted a generous invitation from my aunt Mary Ellen and cousin Christa to accompany them to a symphony performance. We dined outside on the lower deck of a popular downtown seafood restaurant. The weather couldn't have been more perfect. At dinner we became so engaged in our conversation on skinny relatives, cults, bazaar piano lessons, and cameras (guess who introduced that subject) that we nearly missed the performance. We scooted into our seats just in time, narrowly escaping a stern reprimand from The Maestro. The concert featured a special appearance by this gentleman:
the Amazing Kreskin of the piano. Okay, so the guy's name really isn't Kreskin. I'm happy to report he COULD play a mean piano concerto, even though he did so in a near standing position. It was awfully strange.
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