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One of my favorite things to do is browse music in music stores. When I was a young girl my mother would take me to a music store in Gary, Indiana. [ I'll have to find it's name stamped in a book]

 I would just start looking through the bins of music. After about an hour I would have an armful of books and I couldn't wait until we got home. I recall putting the books on a pile to my left on the piano bench. One by one those books would go up to the music stand. After I finished playing through the book I set it to my right on the piano bench and grabbed the next book on my left side. I wouldn't leave the piano until I had gone through each and every book. It was and still is such an adventure. If I had purchased anything that was a bit too difficult I still managed to make my way through the book. Perhaps I played only my right hand in sections or maybe only parts of some songs.

How can it be that you can read through a page with black and white dots and you are transcended into a world of emotions? How do these wonderful sounds manage to stir your soul? I can't explain this. I only know how it feels and those feelings are monumental and powerful.

It's all truly a mystery!

rada