1976

That year, that night, that September 9th, we went out for dinner to the Rainbow Room, with its lovely view in the midst of the Manhattan skyline.

Then we went to a concert given by the Israel Philharmonic, at Carnegie Hall, as I recall. I remember being quite surprised when everyone stood for some short piece that wasn't on the program. It turned out to be their national anthem. The main piece that night was Brahms' 2nd symphony, the "beautiful dreamer" symphony.

That evening our rings
were strange new things
twirling upon our fingers.

Yes, I know,
it was long ago,
but still that memory lingers.