One of the unexpected pleasures of blogging is the occasional discovery of the extraordinarily varied and rich lives of the readers who comment. On a blog like this, it is to be expected that seventeen varieties of Marxists will pop up and contend with one another. It is quite natural, when I say a few words about MMT, to hear from readers who are steeped in its arcana. But then I say something about my struggles to resurrect my viola playing and an entirely new side of my readers is manifested.
Who would have thought that LFC was a flautist, and with an old crush on an oboist to boot?