rocketriter
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I'm reminded of an experience from my childhood when my family was staying at the Astor Hotel in New York. Somebody kept sawing away on a violin at all hours. I couldn't nap, and my father banged on the wall trying to get the guy to shut up. Finally we called the front desk, who told us that what we thought was a rude idiot was really Yehudi Menuhin practicing for Carnegie Hall.
We were right next door to one of the greatest violinists of his generation, and we were truly privileged to hear him practice. We still brag about it today. But the fact is, this little kid lost his nap and cried, while his parents got angry.
We were right next door to one of the greatest violinists of his generation, and we were truly privileged to hear him practice. We still brag about it today. But the fact is, this little kid lost his nap and cried, while his parents got angry.