We were preparing for our entrance into the hall when I recognized a young man, whose name is Tilden, who graduated in piano performance, from McGill University in Montreal, with our son Earl. Tilden lives in Vancouver and Earl lives in Connecticut. Both are professional musicians, and I learned that Tilden and his band would be performing that evening for the same group of people as we were. It was so good to see him.
After we had played the dignitaries in and had made our exit as well, I met Tilden again, just as we were putting away our instruments and I said that I’d be letting Earl know that I had been talking with him this evening. Tilden just patted his chest to indicate he had an I-phone in there and he said, “He already knows.” I was amazed to realize how quickly Tilden had communicated with Earl who is so far away. I intended to send Earl an e-mail when I got home.
Earl wrote in his Facebook, about his communication with Tilden. In it Tilden had said, “You’ll be surprised to know that your dad and I were playing for the same gig tonight.” Earl’s answer was just one word, “What!?” I can imagine what he was thinking; that his friend, a noted pianist and his own dad, along with his Firefighters’ Pipe Band, were playing a concert? Who would believe it? I was so amused from reading Earl’s reply that I was laughing about it even when driving. Earl reminded me of a fellow called Doubting Thomas who was unable to believe that Jesus had risen from having been crucified: "Unless I see the nail prints in His hands, I won’t believe it." Earl would take some convincing to believe that Tilden and I would be playing together, to entertain the banquet guests. Earl’s comment was the icing on the cake for a great event.
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| Earl and Tilden, last summer in Surrey, B.C. |
