Tuesday, November 3, 2009. When we are young, promises flow like the river. As we age, they wither like leaves in autumn. When we grow old, they become like snow. You see them in winter, but by summer, they are but a memory. Or l just do not wish to remember. But ofttimes life does not leave you alone with your dreams. And make you ponder memories with melancholy. It is better to have a friend than a lover. A friend is like a fruit tree nurtured from a seed.

Asymp; Leave a comment. My name is Gary Zusman. I am a piano tuner-technician. From time to time I would like to share some of my experiences working in the field of piano tuning. I have had the opportunity to tune for a wide range of piano owners, musicians, and musical institutions. Some of my reflections may inspire, some may instruct, some, I hope, will amuse.