Here’s a little fact that underscores how inexorably time passes and how I’m no spring chicken anymore. For 23 years now, Marshall and I have been season ticket holders to the Lyric Opera of Chicago . . . which means that we have been going to the Lyric longer than any of my students at
Carthage’s homecoming weekend always culminates in the Alumni Recital, in which essentially any Carthage music alumni - on a first-come, first-serve basis - can come back and perform. . . and the recital typically climaxes with the Carthage Choir joined by alumni. This year’s program was lovely, and the highlights included a mother and daughter
Or is it Lorelai Spielberg? Our niece Lorelai appears to have a propensity for mounting spectacular productions, if Saturday night is any indication. Her parents, Polly and Mark Amborn, hosted a lovely dinner at their home in honor of Carthage’s homecoming, and the meal and fellowship were all one could wish for. But evidently for
While cleaning up the kitchen this afternoon, Kathy came across a slip of paper from early in the summer which had a list of the things we needed to try and take care of around the house: Bathroom Door, Patio Door, Front Door, Garage Door Opener, Ceiling Fan Installation, Closet Light Replaced, Fix Hardwood Floors,
I had no idea how much I was hoping for Chicago to land the 2016 Olympic Games . . . not until WGTD News Director Dave McGrath slipped into master control while I was recording an interview and handed me a news item which had just come in from the Associated Press. <<Chicago has been
Speaking of Scary . . . this was the sight which greeted Kathy and I not long ago when we opened up the door to our side yard. Right in the doorway, spanning maybe the top third of it, was this amazing spider web, with its proud builder right in the middle of it. It
