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I emerged, blinking, from a meeting held in an office down on Washington Square. Piano music–masterful, lyrical, liquid–wafted through the air: Later, I told Husband about this wonderful thing – the piano on wheels, the musician oblivious to passers-by with camears, the music pealing through the park. “Oh that guy,” said Husband. “Yeah. He’s there all the time. I had some students here from out of town who were all …