...A boy I dated in the 1950s, who had been born in Germany and emigrated with his family. I don't remember where we met, but I do recall that he was a talented classical musician and artist (I have one of his pen sketches somewhere around here of Toscanini holding a baton).
He wrote a piano symphony for me and performed it in an empty Mary Louis Academy auditorium, with me as the sole listener. I suppose that doesn't happen to many people. It was like a movie. It must have been a weekend because there was no one around but us.
I wish I knew where he was today, all these years later.