My father was a musician. He played tenor saxophone in a swing band in the late 1930s and early 1940s. He loved music, especially the music of that era. I think he learned to play in high school. I'm not sure where he found the time. He had after-school jobs from the time he was about 13, working at the Farmers' Market in Rochester, New York, and helping his father deliver coal. But he learned, and he kept that saxophone even after he quit the band to make a more productive living. My parents made sure that their children learned music. My mother never played an instrument, but she loved to sing, and would sing to us on car trips and at home when we were very young. They signed us (my sisters and me) up for piano lessons around the time we each entered first or second grade. They didn't have a lot of money then, but they must have seen musical skills as important to our happiness and success. I enjoyed piano lessons for a while, but after four years I told my m
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