A high note

I love music–always have–and even played first-chair trumpet in high school. I still love to listen to trumpeters when I’m relaxing: Miles, Dizzy, Louis, the greats.

My wife Robbie and I took a trip to Naples, Florida, and while we were there, we decided to catch a show by a modern master, GRAMMY-winner Chris Botti at the Artis theater.

The show was amazing, which we expected (he’s a GRAMMY winner!). But something we didn’t expect happened during intermission.

Robbie and I were standing in line at the lobby concession stand when we overheard the conversation of the two women in front of us. They were talking about anxiety, and one of the women was telling her friend about the book she’d just read, and that she should check it out. Robbie leaned forward and asked the women for the name of the book.

It was mine.

After a surprised moment, they recognized me from the author photo and asked me to sign their playbill (of course, yes). It was a wonderful surprise to find two fans so far from home.

I wonder if this means Chris Botti has to sign my book? I can hope…