Sunday, February 10, 2008
Staying in Sync:
As we entered the Lincoln Tunnel tonight, I recalled a lovely memory of my father. We listened to Bach's sixth Brandenburg concerto all the way through the tunnel. But it was not always thus. When I was a kid, entering a tunnel meant losing the radio station until you came out. In the tunnel, my father's great game was to continue to sing – or whistle – the music, trying to stay in tempo and not to forget an iota of the piece. When he did this perfectly, then, when the radio came to life again, he would be in sync with the broadcast. He did rarely achieve this challenging goal, and he often came close.