It's December 31st. The eve of a brand new year. You want to ring in 2016 on just the right note. With good music. And class. In a way that is quintessentially Boston.
You choose New Year's Eve at Symphony Hall with Maestro Bo Winiker.
It comes so innocently; no mischief, no fanfare. She's sitting working on her phonics, a page of "s-blends" images before her – snail; shirt; slow. It's the most natural place in the world for this thought to crop up in her six-year-old mind, this memory of a recent school-time conversation. Are we in a scene scripted for a TV show?
