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Written by Stanley Pearlman, Jeff’s old dad and a guy who knows nothing about sports, but a bit about life.
Even most of my friends don’t realize that I used to play sax and clarinet. The culmination of my career was being spotlighted before an audience of over a thousand people.
Here’s the story:
Throughout my teen years I studied sax, and later clarinet, playing in school bands. When I reached high school I joined the football marching team. I attended Abraham Lincoln High School in Brooklyn which I recall had a student body of 3,000. In my senior year it was decided that the band would play as part of the graduation ceremony to be held in the football stadium behind the school. Between graduates and guests there must have been over a thousand people attending.
Well, personally, I was never very good, and after participating in two rehearsals, I decided I wanted to enjoy myself, and for the actual graduation I sat in the stands with the graduating class.
The observance was about to start, when Ben Goldman, the band director marched up to the microphone on the stage, and bellowed before the entire assemblage, “Stan Pearlman, I see you up there. Now you come down here and play your saxophone!”
That was my moment of recognition.
I still have my saxophone, someplace.