The trouble with getting old is that you have to attend so many funerals. Yesterday, The Squire and I went to a memorial service for a delightful fellow, wonderful teacher, and devoted churchman, who died of Alzheimer’s at the age of 79. I knew Pete from my days as a church secretary, and both The Squire and I had worked with his brother at the old Equitable Trust Bank.
The postlude was Mozart’s Alleluia. Wow! What a way to go! (Pete shared a birthday with Wolfgang.) I think I will have that for my postlude. I had asked for the Overture of 1812, but there was some quibble about the live cannons.
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