Yesterday morning I came really really close to making one of the dumbest mistakes I’ve ever made in my 22 years at WGTD. . . a graphic demonstration of how crucial one little button can be. The task at hand was the recording of a 30 minute interview with Simon Singh, a best-selling author whose
We just finished up our second day of Racine Theater Guild auditions for “Beauty and the Beast” - 10am-6pm yesterday and 5pm-10pm tonight . . . and I’m pretty sure that every person in the state of Wisconsin aside from Governor Doyle himself tried out for our production. (And who knows- maybe the governor signed
It arrived this morning at 10:10- exactly ten minutes into the promised three hour window for delivery, which has to be some sort of world record for promptness in a furniture delivery. As a matter of fact, my wife was going to the bathroom when the doorbell rang, but I’m sure she wouldn’t want me
With voice lessons not yet rolling at Carthage (at least not in my studio) I was able to say ‘yes’ to a request from my friend Pat Badger, who is the first chair trumpet of the Racine Symphony and also the music teacher at a beautiful private high school on the north side of Racine,
There was a moment this morning when I was mightily tempted to pull out my hair with a shriek - thanks to an email I received from a colleague in the music department which had attached to it his or her lesson schedule. That may not sound like the kind of thing which should send
What a strange morning at the radio station. . . tasting some sweet glory and then swallowing a really really big slice of humble pie. It’s probably just as well that it worked out that way; life has a way of puncturing our egos just as they have been inflated beyond all reason, and it’s
The new year at Carthage has begun in the shadow of a very sad tragedy. This past Sunday evening, one of our new freshmen - a young man from Illinois named Brandon Lindsay - collapsed while reading in the Hedburg Library. He received medical attention almost immediately and was quickly transported to an area hospital-
I want to share a little story about something that happened last evening - but it involves a young friend of ours whose name should probably be kept out of it. (I would hate for her to feel the least bit embarrassed by what I’m about to share.) So let me call her B and
