National Post
In the natural light-bathed lobby of the Telus Centre for Performance and Learning, the concert hall of the Royal Conservatory of Music on Bloor Street, I can barely hear anything over the roar of networking. A gentleman fishes through every pocket of his tweed jacket until he finds a pad of hot-pink Post-It notes. On the top note he writes, “Abraham Heifets,” and hands it to me.
“Just Google that,” he says, adding that his makeshift card is, “hand-crafted and locally produced."
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