If you heard a strange whooshing sound tonight around 8:35, that was me heavily exhaling with relief as tonight’s opera recital finished up. From a distance, I probably seemed like the same easy-going, happy-to-be-me guy, but Kathy will tell you that from her vantage point I’ve been a nervous wreck, scarcely thinking of anything else
While cleaning out the basement, I came across the following paper from my ninth grade writing class. (Actually, my voice student Andrew Spinelli is the one who came across this and - for all I know- single-handedly saved this from being thrown into recycling. So I am in his debt.) I give it to you
I went on Facebook first thing this morning, and was astonished to see this joyous announcement from my friend and former student Rita (Torcaso) Gentile: <<It’s a Boy!>> Right below it was a long lineup of very enthusiastic congratulations from various friends. . . to which I added my own note, which went something like
The signs of fall are all around us, which means that there are reminders everywhere that spring leads to summer and summer to fall - with cold, seemingly lifeless winter right around the corner. I love the story that those seasons tell and retell, year after year. . . that all things change, that death
My voice student David Duncan certainly knows how to celebrate a birthday. On the very same day that he turned 19, David also sang his way into the semi-finals at NATS - one of three Carthage singers to do so. It was nice to have that kind of success at a competition in which
Yesterday was the funeral of a much loved member of Holy Communion, Gloria Bolm, whose death came rather unexpectedly and entirely too soon. One of the pieces of music requested by her family was “Children of the Heavenly Father” - in Swedish - and after listening to the Carthage Choir grapple with the Swedish lyrics
It’s been a strange few days around here, because Kathy and several friends from church have been spending the last four and a half days down in Orlando, Florida. (It’s a dirty job, but somebody had to do it.) That means that I have been the only adult around here, which is a rather scary
