5/12/02 - Cindy Schuman dream:
My good friend Cindy Schuman had cancer. I kept calling her at her mother's. She was on chemo.
We discussed the Mayor's plan to flood certain streets in Chicago, then it would turn into a giant iceberg. Only the most talented and smartest people would be re-located.
There was a concert in some classroom. I came to visit.
I remember talking to a young violinist. He wore mittens to protect his little fingers. We discussed finger technique for violin and the bow. Things I know absolutely nothing about. The only strings I ever played was the Bass for a few short weeks in H.S.