After flying in last night, I returned to the airport terminal this morning to tune pianos. The Sacramento Traditional Jazz Society provided the pianos and maybe the musicians.
At one point, a guy came by and put a quarter on the piano. An Ironic Tip! I thanked him, unironically.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Again from my reunion: Martha Toll, Mary Jane Smith D'Arville, and me. Mary Jane is famous in the harp world for her Virginia Harp Center, which she runs with her husband. She says, "My husband is perfect, except he's a Republican."
I told this story to Billy Aronson, and he commented, "...nothing wrong with him, except everything!"
I told this story to Billy Aronson, and he commented, "...nothing wrong with him, except everything!"
On my last day in Philadelphia I decided to leave for the airport early and visit Emily and Rona at their jewelry studio. My mom came too; she loves jewelry. We were having such a good time that we stayed too late. My plane was to leave at 5:05 and I didn't get the train until 4:00. Fortunately, I met a great guy from New Jersey on the train who told me exactly where to go at the airport. Then when I checked my bags, the skycap said, "You're never going to make this plane unless I help you." He took me through the VIP line and cut in front of everybody (for which I gave him an extra $20.) I had at least two angels that day.
I enjoyed my high-school reunion more than I had any right to. Sue Grill, at the right, last saw me about 25 years ago at a life drawing class: I was one of the models. She has lived in Atlanta for the last 25 years and has a charming Southern accent now. Her daughter told her, "Mom, you have to look hot for your reunion!" and helped her with her hair and makeup. On the left is Susan Unterberger.
I went to Philadelphia for my 30 year high school reunion. I was staying with my mother: we were looking for a corkscrew, and I opened the knife drawer. It was so full of knives that I could barely open it. "I'm not putting my fingers in there!" I pulled out this knife with a badly notched blade. "Mom, you should really throw this knife away." "That's my best knife!" she said. "It's German!" I said, "If you can't throw that knife away, you can't throw anything away." She paused, and then said, "You guys were the ones that ruined it." (Probably 30 years ago.)
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