“A time for summer skies, for hummingbirds and butterflies, for tender words that harmonize with love. A time for climbing hills, for leaning out of window sills admiring the daffodils above. A time for holding hands together. A time for rainbow-colored weather. A kind of make-believe that we’ve been dreaming of. As time goes drifting by, the willow bends and so do I. But oh, my friend, what ever sky above, I’ve known a time for spring, a time for fall, but best of all, a time for love.”
My first instrumental music teacher, Dr. Jim Ryon and I meeting for the first time in more than 35 years! Read “After All These Years” for the details of this reunion.
Like most people, I remember a lot of general information about growing up. As a child born at the end of the 60s, I spent those critical developmental early years in the 70s. Hey, did you know that in the 1970s, you could buy live fish at Kmart in the pet department, for example? Why you would, I have no idea. And you weren’t scared to death to drink out of the garden hose, either! At least, not yet. Continue reading
Eggplant: a vegetable that in no way, shape or form resembles an egg, and that should never find its way to my plate. I’ve never been fond of it. In fact, it makes my mouth itch, most likely due to an undiagnosed allergy. Yet, last Saturday afternoon, I heard my own voice requesting Eggplant Pomodoro from the blasé waiter at Bertucci’s. I was killing time and carb loading before the onset of a very long, yet important journey: the “Out of the Darkness” Overnight Walk presented by the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. Continue reading
Awards during military service are designed to recognize outstanding and extraordinary duty by servicemen/women. Specifically, the Bronze Star is awarded for “heroic or meritorious achievement”, and the Silver Star is awarded “for conspicuous gallantry in action”. Originally only awarded to Army members during WW II, the Silver Star was later expanded to be received by members of the Navy, more notably to honor those who bravely served during the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941. Continue reading
The Jazz Ambassadors will be performing at the Kennedy Center’s Millennium Stage this evening at 6pm ET. Please join us! If you can’t make it to the live performance, please join us through the live webcast: http://www.kennedy-center.org/programs/millennium/
See you at 6pm!
Waking to the light of the television in my hotel room, I can’t remember where I am momentarily, the glow of the idiot box growing and fading as the pixels instantly reorganize themselves over and over again on this early morning, a continuous reminder that an enthusiastic someone wants my money. Hotel rooms are a norm for me in my job, but not now, thanks to sequestration. I feel the atrophy of my “hit-and-run” road chops. The weakness is embarrassing, like returning to Church after a long hiatus, touching the holy water and anticipating a sizzling burn as the blessed liquid makes contact with my shamed forehead, a single drop cleansing away the evil world existing beyond the doors of the sanctuary. Who am I, again?
It’s truly amazing how caught we can be in the webs we weave. Life throws us curve ball after curve ball. We swing at some. We stand frozen and watch some whip by us. Sometimes we hit the ball out of the park. Sometimes we ground out. And sometimes, we just flat out miss all together. This game of life varies from person to person in detail, but the rules remain in tact for all: Play your best, play hard, but play fair. When we fail to follow those rules, the outcome is not favorable, or at least temporarily. Continue reading
Doc Severinsen visits with my lovely daughter Lauren at the National Trumpet Competition. If you missed the blog about this, go back to the one titled “Noooo…Not this, Not Now”!
This morning, I’m sitting with my dogs, my eyes burning from a lack of sleep combined with the pollen squeezing through my window screens. Outside, the garbage trucks disrupt the peace of the morning’s birdsong. Brakes and beeps signal giant, awkward mechanical invasion. Glass breaking as it’s crushed into tiny pieces in the bellies of the trucks. Not very attractive on this crystal clear spring morning, but a necessary weekly disposal. Every few minutes, the jingle of the tiny bell hanging from my cat’s collar moves from left to right, and then back again, as she decides to bolt to a new location to gain an advantage in her ongoing bird watch. Instincts are hard at work as the cats dash and the dogs nap in the sunshine flooding my home. Animal bellies full with breakfasts. All feel safe, and I am calmed by their presence, content that they trust the home I’ve provided for them. Continue reading
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