Moonlight Sonata

I’ve written before about my father Arthur.  (See My Dad,  Around the World in 80 Days, Fluffy, or How I Got My Dog  and The Corpse in the Office) By profession Arthur was a family physician who when asked his medical specialty once quipped,  “I treat the skin and its contents.” But by avocation my dad was also a memoirist,  an artist,  and a self-taught classical pianist,  and I best remember him sitting at the baby grand in our living room. He never had a lesson and didn’t...

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