some classical piano music starts. I listen for a while, trying to place the music. I know it’s not Beethoven, and not Schumann. Probably somebody who came in between. “Schubert?” I ask. “Good guess,” he replies. His hands at ten to two on the steering wheel, he glances over at me. “Do you like Schubert?” “Not especially,” I tell him. “When I drive I like to listen to Schubert’s piano sonatas with the volume
