{"id":13723,"date":"2016-03-16T17:34:10","date_gmt":"2016-03-16T22:34:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=5204"},"modified":"2016-03-16T17:34:10","modified_gmt":"2016-03-16T22:34:10","slug":"magic-numbers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2016\/03\/16\/magic-numbers.html","title":{"rendered":"Magic numbers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\t\t\t\t Before there was 181 there was 61. And before 61 there was 207. From the 8th grade through my first years in New York I maintained a superstition regarding 61 and 207. I can hardly remember why any more, though I wrote about it somewhere in the .MOBI, I think, but that was probably in the 2005-2008 postings which I keep meaning to revive. The 207 thing had to do with going to summer camp and being in cabin #207, where all kinds of bad shit went down. We almost got kicked out for what would have amounted to &#8220;insubordination&#8221;. None of us could stand our cabin leader, or whatever his title was. At some point the president of the camp came and \u00a0spent a lengthy afternoon with all of us. He actually suggested that he would retire the cabin number, 207, for all the bad shit people around the place assoicated with it. I can&#8217;t remember the rest now but it was seminal episode, or so I thought at the time. So it was interesting when school started again and I ran a race in 2:07, a record-breaking time for the class. Suddenly I was vaunted and elevated into the heady realm of the ATHLETES. People looked at me differently, and for days and weeks I heard respectful mutterings of &#8220;two-oh-seven.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Then someone broke the record, and my status returned to dimished. 207 just seemed like a cursed number. It was thus with some trepidation when I noticed that my first real apartment that I had to myself was in Inwood, several blocks up from the 207th Street A train subway station. <\/p>\n<p>There were other 207 coincidences and connections. Can&#8217;t think of them now.<\/p>\n<p>61 was a confluence of opus and mistaken street numbers. Chopin&#8217;s Opus 61, the Polonaise-Fantaisie, was my big recital and audition piece in high school. I played it auditions for all the big 4 conservatories, and in competitions. I considered the opus number itself to be significant, coming as late as it does in Chopin&#8217;s oeuvre. In those days I considered age to be a thing, and I was hardly alone. The wise young ones among us played only the latest works of the great composers. \u00a0<\/p>\n<p>There were a bunch of appearances of the number 61 over the years. When I moved here I wanted to bridge the gap between youth and adulthood. I settled my fixation on 207 East 61st Street, deciding before I laid eyes on it that I wanted to live there. Even when I discovered it was a landmarked townhouse selling for 8 figures (if it ever sells) I was nonplussed. 207 East 61st was to be my destiny.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t remember exactly when this was, or how it came about, but somewhere in those early years I did an interview for New Zealand radio. I think it focused on the Apology Project but that doesn&#8217;t quite line up with my timeline, which could itself be off. Whatever the case I remember thinking the interview was going off to some far corner of the world and I could say whatever the hell i wanted. So I let it all go, the suicidal tendencies, the depression, everything came out. The interviewer seemed genuinely concerned, as I recall. After the interview ended he asked if I wanted a cassette tape of the segment. I told him to send it to 207 East 61st Street. he did. Weeks later he called to say it had been returned. I told him to send it to the 181. I have the tape but I never opened the envelope in which it was sent to me.<\/p>\n<p>I thought of all this today while passing 207 East 61st Street. As I approached it looked like workers were clearing out the house. I thought someone had died and possibly left the property to me in their will. Hah. no such consquence. Alas, they were clearing out 209 East 61st. I never knew who lives or lived in 207 but come to think of it I might be able to find out through ancestry.com&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Ancestry reveals that in 1994 an elderly woman moved in to the tiny studio apartment I lived in at the Parc Lincoln in 1991.\u00a0        \t\t<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Before there was 181 there was 61. And before 61 there was 207. From the 8th grade through my first years in New York I maintained a superstition regarding 61 and 207. 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