“I grew up loving classical music and had developed a passion for Vladimir Horowitz’s recordings. It was 1966 and I was 29 years old visiting New York City when I read that Horowitz would be performing at Carnegie Hall on Sunday, December 10 at 3 PM. Not realizing that tickets would be at a premium, I talked my friend into walking over to Carnegie Hall at 1:15 PM to buy ours. It was unbelievable. The lines were stretched for blocks. People had actually stayed all night to be assured of entry. As I stood on the sidewalk in front of the entrance doors (looking forlorn and sad, I am sure), the doorman beckoned to me from the doorway. I walked up to him and he asked, “Why so sad, my dear?” I responded that I had my heart and soul all set for the Horowitz performance and no idea that it would be sold out. “Stay right here,” said the kind man. “When the doors open, you will be the first one in for the Standing Room Only section. It was true. I was at the concert of my lifetime all because of...