There I was, in Midtown Manhattan, barely squeezing through my tuba and sporting an impish smile. Seeking out just the right person, I strolled up to a well-dressed, briefcase-toting gentleman and inquired, “Excuse me, sir. How do I get to Carnegie Hall?”
He thought it over while rubbing his chin, then pointed south and replied: “It’s on the east stretch of Seventh Avenue between West 56th Street and West 57th, two blocks south of Central Park,” before heading off.
Imagine my disappointment….
BILL
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