I was going to title this entry “Bill Crap” ( a take off on “bull crap”) but I couldn’t quite imagine how that would work with this beautiful photo of the window in St. Matthew’s Episcopal Church in downtown Kenosha. So I chose the slightly gentler “Bill, the Unbeliever” instead. I’m writing in response to
I think I will long remember this as first day that I actually felt what it’s like to have all of the blood drain from my head in one fell swoop - and I’m sure you know the moment to which I’m referring, because I suspect that you might have experienced something similar. For me,
This may be a dull-looking photograph to you - mostly white, black and grey with a few red letters and a number on it - but for me it represents fireworks, party hats, confetti, and brass bands. That’s because I have cracked the magic number of 60 - as in 60 pounds lost since January
Yesterday I had the tough assignment of singing for the funeral of Joan Anzalone, a Racine woman who was killed last weekend in a helicopter crash. She was traveling with her fiancee in a small helicopter when its engine suddenly failed and it crashed right into a house where a family of five was sleeping
Last night I am walking out of Holy Communion at 9:25, absolutely exhausted. I had just finished a two hour chorus rehearsal for the RTG’s “ Beauty and the Beast “ - the kind of rehearsal where I’ve had fun but also feel like I’ve a 400 meter steeple chase with a sack of feed
My exceptionally lively schedule (I am right in the thick of Beauty and the Beast rehearsals) prevented me from helping my wife with one of her biggest projects at Schulte Elementary School . . . her annual Bake Sale. It’s a fundraiser for the fine arts at Schulte, and if Wall Street is trying to
Warning to the faint of heart: I am about to use the F word to describe a really maddening experience I had this morning as I drove into the Carthage campus. I was a little bit late because the County Executive of Kenosha County was late for an interview I had to record with him
Well, the Metropolitan Opera may be 125 years old, but they’ve never seemed younger. The place is buzzing with all kinds of excitement and tonight’s season-opening gala concert starring soprano Renee Fleming was a perfect embodiment of that. I was lucky enough to be watching the performance as it was beamed in a high-definition simulcast
It happened again - I walked into a convenience store today only to find myself thrown backwards (almost) by the loud rock music blaring out of the speakers. Maybe it’s because it was Sunday morning (I was popping by between church services looking for the New York Times and a little treat to get me
There are many many reasons why I am grateful to have my wife in my life. . . and one of them is that without her, our house would probably sink into a swamp or be engulfed by a tropical rain forest. I am such a ‘live and let live’ kind of guy when it
