There are too many stories to recount them all. I looked forward to Wednesday nights to practice with my friends. It developed a camaraderie that is so rare; communication without speaking. A profound thought if you dwell on that.
Some of my most precious moments were those that I acquired while traveling abroad. One of them took place after a performance in the Czech Republic, the home of Dvorak. We played a piece written by Dvorak near where he was from (!). When we were packing it up a local elderly couple came over to myself and a friend, crying, and said in broken English something to the effect of “You played as if his spirit was with you”. I still tear up to this day thinking about that experience. Communication without speaking. Becoming part of a unified consciousness by playing together in a cohesive unit. I do miss those days!