Last night, Kathy and I - along with some other folks we know from the Racine Theater Guild, including our artistic director, Doug Instines- saw a performance of “Beauty and the Beast” at the Waukesha Civic Theater. This is going to be the RTG’s fall musical and outreach show, and although we all know and
I did an interview this morning at the station which has helped me better understand why I find myself compelled to write this blog on a nearly-daily basis. . . despite the fact that it takes time and for what? It earns me no money. It occasionally irritates my wife (who understandably does not like
Have you heard the story of Randy Pausch, a professor at Carnegie Mellon University who is terminally ill with pancreatic cancer? He was asked to give a “last lecture” this past September. This is apparently a tradition at some colleges and universities in which a professor (who might or might not be retiring) is given
Tonight, I was given yet another reason to ADORE my niece Lorelai. Most Wednesday nights Polly and Mark and Kathy’s dad come over for supper and then head off to choir practice at their church while Lorelai is left with us. It’s a delightful way for us to have some good Aunt and Uncle Time
This is what UPS delivered to our doorstep yesterday - plus one other book that somehow didn’t get into the picture. That’s eight books in a single day, and probably by the end of the week there will be at least four more, for a total of a dozen or more books. Add to that
Yesterday marked the official kick-off of a major capitol fund drive at Holy Communion - with the rather steep goal of $600,000. It sounds like a lot of money, but that’s what it will take for us to do everything that needs to be done like repairing our roof, repainting our sanctuary, repairing our falling
Yesterday was yet another High-Definition simulcast from the Metropolitan Opera and this time around they were presenting a little ditty called “La Boheme.” What an amazing opera this is, with such power to reach right into your soul and wrench it into submission. I’ve seen it live several times at the Lyric Opera of Chicago,
I did something rather unexpected yesterday morning with my Heritage class- I let them go thirty minutes before class was officially over - and I wish you could have seen the look on their collective faces when I said “okay, time to get out into that springtime sunshine.” Disbelief. Wonderment. Gratitude. What happened is that
In the midst of writing my 11,000-word entries about our trip to New York City, I nearly neglected to share some happy news which happened on Wednesday. . . marking the end of what was starting to feel like a long a tragic saga. Of course, compared to certain people’s lives it was nothing of
Yesterday, I wrote about Deborah Voigt and Ben Heppner singing Tristan und Isolde at the Metropolitan Opera. Tonight, I’m writing about an impromptu piano performance which occurred at church right before senior choir rehearsal courtesy of Rachel Christiansen, the five-year-old daughter of Liz and Dave Christiansen from Holy Communion. Her folks are percussionists with the
