Mom took me and Mary Frances into Chicago the other night for an outdoor concert.
Mom wanted to hear one of her favorite pieces of music performed live. So we traveled to hear Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2. But I found something else to appreciate.
When the Grant Park Music Festival schedule was announced last winter, Angela immediately texted Mom and told her to save the date. They both appreciate classical music and this piece is a shared favorite. Angela is studying music theory and often sends Mom links to different works. For months they planned to sit together and soak in one of the great piano concertos.
We traveled by train into the city. Mom and Mary Frances played two person euchre while I enjoyed some cheerios.
As the music began, Mom nestled up to Angela, resting her head on Angela’s shoulder. The long awaited moment had finally arrived. Mom reminded Angela that she loves her completely, to the moon and back. But that she would love her more if Angela could play this piece on the piano.
The weather was ideal, the city skyline forming the perfect backdrop for the concert.
Angela has moved to Chicago for the summer. So she was thrilled to see me again.
We enjoyed The Bean at Millennium park and walking through the city. It was full of weekend energy and choice people-watching.
However, what captured my attention most wasn’t the exquisite music or sonorous sounds of a concert piano.
But the genius combination of cheese and crackers.