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So the infamous Myer Lemon and I finally made it to Central Park on the day when the symphony actually did perform. What joy. This time we decided to forgo the cheese and purchased chips and salsa. Of course wine was present as well. Equipped with a fleece, camping-style blanket we situated ourselves under a tree, slightly further from the crowds. Our location proved to be reasonable as it provided protection from light rain that befell on heads of lees thoughtful listeners. The down side of our situation was the unidentifiable proximity of the symphony – only about twenty minutes into the concert did we realize that the far away meowing sounds we heard were indeed a work of musical art performed by an orchestra. Despite this slight mishap and the grueling heat, an outstanding time was had by all.