Curious coincidences…
On August 1, 2007 my grown children and I left the Twin Cities to perform for and participate in a birthday celebration the following day for my Mother in Washington, D.C. As we practiced at a neighbor of my sister’s where we were staying (they had a piano) we were interrupted by very puzzling and horrifying news reports of a bridge collapse in the Twin Cities. We rushed to a computer but the internet connection was extremely slow, and it was difficult to even get photos or information about the event. We were stunned — this is the bridge we used regularly to go from my house to my childrens’ homes. I had been on the bridge a day or so earlier. I recalled that there was a lot of equipment in the middle of the bridge. It seemed very strange at the time, but obviously, some repairs were needed…
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Le Chant du Rossignol...(song of the nightingale) 