weirdness

Yesterday, on the last day of rafting, Ann asked me how I got interested in piano.

I told her about our family friend, George Feinstein, who played piano and violin, and how fascinated I was with his music and especially their baby grand piano. George gave me his copy of Kammen Book 1 many years ago, and I still have it, yellowed and worn. I hadn't thought about him in at least a couple of years.

An hour ago I got a call from my brother. George died yesterday.

Synchronicity strikes again.