Ten years ago on this day I flew back to Miami Beach from New York City. It had been a wonderful weekend, albeit quite cold - when I moved to Miami in 1998 I was somewhat foolish and got rid of some of my winter clothes - but nevertheless the best "gift" that I could give myself after having played the Elgar Concerto in a competition.
Today, I fly back to New York - this time from Knoxville - and the circumstances are a bit different. This time I'll be playing, in New York, for the memorial service of my dear friend Gilbert Henry Stafford.
Onward,
Sam
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