Last Wednesday a dear person took me to see the St. Petersburg Philharmonic at Carnegie Hall. On the program was just about my favorite piano piece of all time, Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2. As I sat in a box, surrounded by what felt like old New York, I realized how lucky I've been to live in this fair city and randomly get to enjoy things like this courtesy of generous people that I would never meet if I didn't continue to take huge risks in my life.
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