No, they’re not really Bonnie and Clyde. That’s my good friend Laura Deming - (in blue) - a cellist with the Chicago Lyric Opera Orchestra - and my voice student Trevor Parker. . . and the three of us did feel a little bit like we got away with highway robbery. The reason: we were
For the last couple of days it has been hard to think about much else besides the well-being of a former voice student of mine, Austin Krueger, who collapsed Monday night while playing basketball at the RecPlex in Kenosha. He was flown Flight to Life to a hospital in MIlwaukee where he remains in intensive
Sunday night was the final performance of the Racine Theater Guild’s production of “Gypsy” and by every conceivable measure this was a tremendous high point. It was a superb cast who worked beautifully together in a production which I think really showcased the special chemistry which was up on that stage. There were some very
Yesterday, Dad and Sonja and Nathan came over to Racine to see the RTG’s production of “Gypsy”- and it was my first chance to see Nathan since the day after his surgery in Indianapolis. . . and my first chance to see the stitches in his head. (When I left Indianapolis, Nate’s head was still
I’m not sure what it is about me and mother nature lately, but I have enjoyed some wonderful encounters as of late. Earlier this week a deer crossed my path on Sheridan Road just south of the Carthage campus (photos available at Pretty Good Pix) - then I caught some wonderful images of mother geese
Doesn’t this look like something out of a science fiction movie- like a little robot that the family on Lost in Space might adopt and which comes to life during the night and tries to do away with them all, until the kid saves the day? Or a little like one of those odd toys
Today is the anniversary of one of the most important turning points in the twentieth century- D-Day. . . The more one reads about that gigantic undertaking, the more amazing it becomes- and the more profoundly grateful we should be that such an effort someone was successful in the end, at a brutally high price.
I am sitting here on Monday morning with an upset stomach, courtesy of a terrible mistake I made yesterday afternoon - one of those awful moments where you forget something really important. . . almost as bad as one of those nightmares where you walk through the door at school having forgotten to put on
What could be better than this? Last night while kathy was off being stage manager for “Gypsy” at the RTG, I was relaxing in the living room with two former students / now friends - Paul Marchese and Nic Sluss-Rodionov- watching not professional wrestling, nor “Die Hard Two” - but rather a few excerpts from
One silver lining to my brother’s recent surgery was that the occasion helped bring about two reunions between friends who had allowed decades to go by since their last meetings. One was a reunion between my dad and a friend who was also his debate partner through both high school and college - named David
