Today was the Wisconsin primary, and I did my good citizen thing late this morning between the radio station and Carthage- and this inadvertently humorous sign was seen outside of Messiah Lutheran Church, which is the polling place for Kathy and me. The sign, if read literally, seems to indicate that in order to vote
Those words are also the subtitle in the above photograph - a still from yesterday’s High Definition Simulcast of Puccini’s Manon Lescaut from the Metropolitan Opera. I have to confess that Sunday morning, as I was frantically chopping through that firmly packed mountain of snow in my initial efforts to free up our storm sewer
Mother Nature had yet another unpleasant surprise up her sleeve. At least it wasn’t what she originally planned- between 10 and 13 inches of new snow, on top of the mountain of snow already with us. As the weekend progressed, the temps rose enough that almost all of the precipitation Saturday night and Sunday came
Yesterday was my 48th birthday, and it was one of the stranger ones in recent memory. It may have been on a Saturday this year, but it was far from a day off. I needed to attend a day-long workshop for NATS- the National Association of Teachers of Singing, I might have been seriously tempted
I know how to write headlines, don’t I? Friday night, the night before my 48th birthday, Marshall took me to the Milwaukee Florentine Opera to see Richard Strauss’ “Salome” - one of the most incredible operas ever composed. It’s also an opera which turned the world on its ear when it was performed; in fact,
Yesterday’s Carthage Choir rehearsal was memorable on several levels. I arrive most days maybe three minutes early, and Mr. Noble is ALWAYS there already. But not yesterday. There was no sign of him at 3:40...3:43... 3:45... 3:47....3:50.... Finally, I decided that I should go ahead and vocalize the choir, fully expecting that Mr. Noble would
I have to tell you about a funny little moment during today’s Morning Show. I spent the first half of the program talking with Helen Pugh and Rick Fere from the local chapter of the Hoy Audubon Society; they are bird watchers extraordinaire who really know their stuff and speak about it with such whole-hearted
I hope this doesn’t seem terribly callous or tacky- but I took this photograph during a funeral I played for this morning. It just struck me as such an interesting image, and it’s a powerful reminder of what it felt like to play for this service. It was the funeral of the grandmother of a
This is getting ridiculous. We got another six inches of snow with this latest wave and it’s starting to feel like the wintery version of Noah’s Ark. We are way past the point of this being pretty; this stopped being pretty about 3 feet ago. What’s really unfortunate now is to see the limbs of
I am surrounded by interesting faculty colleagues at Carthage, including the prof whose office is right next to mine, Dr. Dimitri Shapovalov, who is only in his third year at Carthage but who has already carved out a very important place in the life of our department. He is so smart, so imaginative, so committed
