I was eight. Or maybe nine.
I had to go uptown to some violin lesson or to Schirmers or perhaps to someone's house to play quartets or study theory or meet Louise at her violin lesson or something to do with something that I probably didn't enjoy.
On a piece of scrap paper, Florence detailed exactly what I was to do and how I was to do it. Then she gave me a token.
*Walk to the East Broadway Street entrance.
*Take the uptown F train.
*Be in the back of the train.
*Get off at...
*Walk to the entrance that says...
A couple of trips later, I didn't even need the scrap of paper.
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