Monthly Archives: November 2008

Inter-Galactic Relations

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I only have time for a quickie and then I’m off to Whitewater. I’m renting a car for this little excursion (mine is making funny noises-  and I don’t mean Bill Cosby funny-  but more like “this milk tastes funny” funny)  and at Enterprise Car Rental last night the young woman behind the counter asked

Prep Talk

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The last few days at Carthage have been exhausting for me- not because they have been exceptionally busy or even particularly stressful - but the work I have been doing with my voice students has been especially taxing . . . although I mean that in the best sense of the word.   Tomorrow (Friday) is

Dancing in the Streets

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As I was driving to Carthage yesterday morning and listening to WGN,  Kathy and Judy were taking calls from people who were explaining how they were going to be spending Election Night.   And after hearing about one party after another,  I decided that the hour needed to be livened up with something outside the box- 

Long Lines

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It’s 7:10 a.m. and Kathy just called me on her cell phone.  She left the house just before 7 in the hopes of casting her vote on her way to school and being done with it.   Silly girl!   Kathy drove past  Mount Pleasant City Hall to find the parking lot completely jammed,  cars parked out

Solid ‘Steel’

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I cried last night - and I wasn’t alone.   There were quite a few of us in the audience at the Racine Theater Guild who were moved to tears by a really fine performance of “Steel Magnolias,” a really intriguing play that most of America knows because of the all-star film adaption which was made

Male Call

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We heard from the men of the Senior Choir today in what amounted to a really neat turn of events at the second service.  It was All Saints Sunday,  and it has been the tradition at Holy Communion for a number of years now that the service begins with the reading of the names of

The AWOL Organist

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Around 9:00 this evening Kathy called me from the Racine Theater Guild where she was working in the box office.  And here’s how our conversation ensued: GB:  Hello, dear. KB:  You are going to scream. GB:  Huh? KB:  I have to tell you something and when you hear it, you’re going to scream. GB:  Oh