Last weekend, I went to an Amarillo Symphony concert. I hadn't been in a few years. They now have a new conductor and a new hall. The reason I went was an all Mahler concert - they played the Kindertotenlieder and Symphony I. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it, especially after hearing Chicago, LA, and San Francisco in the past few years as much as I could.
Also interesting was noticing Noah Littlejohn, still in high school, but sitting as 2nd cello. I don't think I had seen him since the age of 2 or something. I used to work with his mother Donna at the public library. When she was pregnant with Noah, a book was passed around to sign - as was the custom there. Somehow it landed on my desk before lunch, and during my lunch break, I made up a little round as I walked toward Polk Street to eat. When I got back I penned it in the book and passed it on.
She was pleased.
For some odd reason, I can remember it - although I forgot one of the names used in the lyric. The names were all members (one - a dog) of her household.