I have to wish my wife happy birthday a day early because by the crack of dawn tomorrow I will (I hope) be on a plane bound for Nashville, Tennessee. I am heading down there for the national convention of NATS- the National Association of Teachers of Singing- for what should be four days of
Summer ’08 has been busy and exciting for me - at least as exciting as a summer can be when neither time nor finances will permit any cool trips just for fun. (I shouldn’t complain too much because at least I get to go to Nashville for a voice teacher convention, and Carthage will reimburse
I guess I should get mad more often. This morning I played tennis with my buddy Dave Krueger, and scored my first victory over him this summer. . . and not just that, but a Pete Sampras-ish 6-3, 6-0 thrashing. I was swatting winners today as though that little ball was the head of the
I am fighting the urge to put my fist through a wall, and I’m hoping that a bit of venting via this blog will be the emotional escape valve I need. Here goes. . . A big event for choral directors is coming up this week at Carthage sponsored by Hal Leonard Music Publishers. .
We’ve been living with an inconvenient situation for over a month now regarding the you-know-what in our main upstairs bathroom. (Kathy’s dad left a message this afternoon asking about our “newly installed apparatus” and I had to smile at his discretion.) The thing would flush, but for some reason the handle was becoming increasingly
I can hardly believe my good fortune- twice within the last ten days I have been able to spend some quality time with Nick Barootian, a former voice student of mine who is now going to seminary at Luther Northwestern in the Twin Cities and very seldom gets back to Racine. Nick and I go
We were at a 70th birthday party last night- and for once, the birthday honoree wasn’t reluctant to admit their age... because it was the Racine Theater Guild which turned 70 years old. There’s always an end-of-the-year banquet to celebrate the season just completed - but they pulled out the stops for this 70th anniversary
It has been almost a week since the shocking news that NBC political journalist Tim Russert had passed away . . . 58 years old . . . which felt especially brutal for me because that was the age my mom was when she died so suddenly and unexpectedly. (It will be 20 years ago
I was on my own for supper tonight because Kathy was otherwise occupied with a most important obligation- taking two wonderful young ladies from Schulte Elementary School out for supper at Applebees. These two students were two of Kathy’s most valuable helpmates this past year, spending time in her room nearly every single day -
Have you seen the 1950’s science fiction classic “The Blob” with Steve McQueen? If you haven’t, you really must. Said creature, which attacks a peaceful little community and comes oozing out of the front entrance of a movie theater in the film’s most famous moment, actually looks a little bit like the thing pictured above.
