When we played the league some weeks ago, Herman van Veen, one of my favourite artists (singer, music-clown, violin player, etc., etc.) from the Netherlands sat at the table next to ours at breakfast. We watched each other but tired and into bridge as I was I recognized only after some minutes who I was flirting with, too late and embarrassing to change the table
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They had given a concert the night before; I should have been going to listen instead of sweating over the hands
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I go to his concerts since -ehm- more than 20 years whenever he is next to or in my hometown, last autumn I went one day
and the following
Later, waiting for the elevator, I talked with the terrific guitar player. She asked what we were doing, she was sure it had to do with bridge. Amazing, or?
That story will not impress many of you, I fear, but I was...
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