Max Reiter landed in Manhattan nine years ago, with $40 and a worn brief case containing all that remained of the first 33 years of his life. Watching the parade of jobless conductors on Manhattan's musical 57th Street, he decided that a scrapbook of glowing press notices in foreign languages would get him nowhere. He threw his scrapbook away.
A friend told him that pianos sold faster in Texas than anywhere in the U.S. So chunky Max Reiter hopped a bus for Texas. He had run out of money by the time he hit Waco,...
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