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Giving up things you love do for medical situations is so sad. For me is was intense outdoor activities, biking, rough terrain hiking, kayaking, x-skiing

I’m sure we both have fond memories of those younger years

In my teens I was a good third-rate classical pianist. I could sight read almost anything, and people who didn't know their music thought I was really good. But I knew better. I was guilty of sloppy fingering, and I used too much pedal to hide my inadequacies.

It wasn't until I was in my thirties and became familiar with chamber music that I finally developed an ear for proper expression and technique. But I wasn't in the position of getting back into piano until I was well into my sixties, and that's when my eyesight began to dim.

One of my favorite memories was an evening at a friend's house in 1976 where one of the guests, who was a lyric soprano, brought some of her sheet music of art songs. The host had a grand piano, but he wasn't good at sight reading. I sat down and accompanied her in songs by Samuel Barber, Rossini, Johann Strauss II and Schubert. It was one of my best nights.

Sic transit gloria!