OMG: It's Dorothy Delay, and we're not in Kansas anymore

When did you say your performance of the Mendelssohn will be, Margaret?"

"Margie," I corrected. "I'll be playing it in a couple of weeks."

"Where dear? I've forgotten."

"In Kansas, with the City Symphony."

"That's right," said Miss DeLay with a smile. "Mention Kansas and I become nostalgic. That's where I grew up—in Medicine Lodge."

"You don't say," I replied with feigned interest.

Here's another must-read installment in Marjorie Kransberg-Talvi's Frantic: the memoir.