I don't usually remember my dreams, but last night I dreamed about going to a rehearsal (in a place I am not familiar with, a church) with Mr. Shaw. Afterward as most people hurried away he sat down in the foyer on a bench waiting for a driver to come for him and he and I chatted a bit. That's a sort of reassuring dream for a conductor on the night before a first rehearsal day, isn't it? He told me an anecdote that I'd never heard before and now I wonder how in the world my brain came up with it, and if it is true or as I suspect, totally bogus.

Over 300 students today, wearing their new clothes, with new binders, glad to see their friends, sad to pick up a syllabus in every class.