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Hi readers! This is an old piece I penned several years ago. Every time I post it I receive comments about it inferring or asking whether it is auto-biographical. Nothing could be further from the truth. It is complete and total fiction. It never happened. I don’t play the sax. I never lived in So-Ho And music was never my first love. It is a short story of a chance meeting told in poetic form. Enjoy!
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I think I remember this one, Frank, but enjoyed it anyway. I love the ‘Way We Were’ reference, and how it recalls that poignant scene in the film.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hi Peete – Yup. You commented on it 14 moths ago. Regards
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Nice poem, very expressive.
The picture is from Grand Central Station, though. Just saying. 🙂
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Hi Shift -Oh yes this New Yorker knows! Couldn’t find a pic of Penn Station with the clock!
Regards from Florida.
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Plus, Grand Central Station is a much more impressive building. 🙂
Regards from the road.
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