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KIM BALDWIN. many occasions over the years, but always with just her hands, or a couple of pencils on a desktop
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many occasions over the years, but always with just her hands, or a couple of pencils on a desktop. Oh cool. A big grin splashed across her face as she waited for Erin to get to the drum solo part.
When it arrived, she banged away, right on cue and not too badly, truth be told. But she was not so self-absorbed that she failed to notice how brilliantly Erin played the trombone.
“God, that was fun,” she said when they F nished. “And I have to tell you, I am really impressed! I’ve never personally known anyone who could play an instrument like that. You’re quite a musician!”
Erin smiled at the compliment. “Thanks, Gable.” She pulled the trombone apart and put it away.
Gable felt a pang of disappointment that their jam session was apparently over, and it must have showed on her face.
“You want to play some more, don’t you?” Erin smiled up at her.
“Kinda,” Gable admitted, in a singsongy voice like a child’s.
Erin laughed. “Okay. Hit away, and I’ll join you in a second.”
While Gable practiced rolls, she watched Erin pull several instrument cases down from the wall and line them up along the f oor, assembling the instruments inside so she could play whatever struck her fancy. A piccolo, a French horn, a trumpet, an alto saxophone.
They played for half an hour, a variety of songs and rhythms.
Marches and show tunes, TV theme songs and old pop standards.
Erin would play a snippet of a song on one instrument, then switch to another, selecting the accompaniment that best F t the tune. “The Stars and Stripes Forever” on piccolo, the theme to The Simpsons on sax.
Gable played along as best as she could, amazed at Erin’s versatility as a musician.
“I can’t believe how good you are on all of these,” she said as they put the instruments away.
“Well, if you want to see me at my very best, you’ll have to come over to my house tomorrow,” Erin replied. “They’re supposed to deliver my new piano!”
“Oh, I bet you’re excited! I know you’ve missed having one.”
“I really have,” Erin agreed. “I hated waiting so long, but I wanted the same kind of Baldwin upright I had before, and they’re made to order.”
“I look forward to hearing you play,” Gable said.
“Then I’ll expect you for dinner tomorrow.”
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FORCE OF NATURE
“I’ll be there.”
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They spent the rest of the day poking around in antique stores and f ea markets they stumbled across as they drove up the Lake Michigan coastline. The sky was a deep blue and cloudless, and the great lake shimmered silver in the sunlight. On their way back, they stopped for dinner at a charming seafood restaurant that had great walleye and a breathtaking view of the sunset over the water.
They lingered there over coffee until it was well past dark, neither apparently in any rush to end their time together. It was only when they realized the restaurant was getting ready to close that they headed back to Erin’s pickup.
They were on a deserted stretch of road a few miles farther down the coastline when Gable caught a shimmer of color in the sky out her window. “Erin, stop! I think I see northern lights!”
Erin pulled off onto the shoulder and cut the engine, and they both got out. They were miles from the nearest city, so they had an unspoiled view of the night sky, brilliant with stars. To the north, a shimmering curtain of green appeared, stretching from the horizon to the sky above their heads, faint at F rst, then all at once, alive with movement.
“Wow!” Gable breathed.
“Oh!” Erin gasped.
“Isn’t it incredible?”
The curtain grew, expanding as if unfolded by an unseen hand, and traces of yellow mixed with the green, then a f ash of red. They watched for several minutes, awed by the phenomenon. Every now and then, a particularly vivid or startling manifestation would prompt an exclamation from one or the other.
“Cool!”
“Look at that!”
“Whoa! That one is amazing!”
Another car approached and slowed to a stop when it got to where they were standing. “Car trouble?” a man in the passenger seat asked.
“Nope, we’re F ne, thanks. Just watching the northern lights,” Erin explained with a wave, and the car continued on.
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