The Shopping Bag I Clutched in the Rehearsal Studio
Because his life, his career, his priorities came first. Until they did not.
I was running an errand for my husband when I walked past Pearl Art Store on 23rd Street in Manhattan. Not my errand. His.
He was a concert pianist. I was his career manager, recording producer, and publicist rolled into one. And on that particular day, he needed me to pick something up on the other side of town. Time-sens…