I'm listening to Beethoven's fourth piano concerto, and am reminded by it of a really good experience I had in San Francisco when I went there with my mother last May for ten days. She was there for the American Psychiatric Association annual gigantic get-together thing, and took me along for the ride. I want to recount one particular experience here, lest I forget it completely. I guess I've already forgotten many interesting, wonderful, or otherwise cool things, but what I remember is still worth telling (although I might not tell it well).
( In fact, there are two things worth saying.Collapse )