The day is Monday, June 16th, 2025, and it’s 6 pm, when I ring a doorbell.
The day is Monday, February 9th, 1953, and it’s 6 am, and I’m hungry, grumpy, and I don’t like the bright light. One of the first things I must have seen back then in 1953, was something I later learned was a piano.
What I saw when a wonderful lady opened the door after I rang her doorbell, at 6 pm, 72 years later, and after she welcomed us inside, were TWO pianos.
That’s progress!
I intend to write stories here, and they are stories about me and the piano. (Pianos!)
And no, they are not stories about how I gave my first concert at age 3, and why I recently decided to retire after my extremely successful career as a celebrated concert pianist.
These are a stories about my exposure and access to a piano for my entire life and only now starting to take piano lessons at age 72: this is all mainly about me NOT playing the piano!
But I reserve the right to touch on other things that happened in those 72 years .. and hopefully on some things that happened after that.