I had such fun this afternoon at the state music teacher’s convention in Madison. I received a call late this summer from a woman whose son (about to be a high school sophomore) had been chosen as one of just twenty exceptional young musicians from across the state to perform on a special showcase recital
It’s been an interesting week - and fall, for that matter - for the Carthage Choir. They have a new director, Eduardo Garcia-Novelli, but for this first part of the fall semester they have had to share him with his previous school because that choir was to perform for a prestigious choral convention this coming
My wife almost died yesterday - and if she had actually expired, the death certificate would have read Cause of Death: Spouse’s Carelessness and Cluelessness. And here’s what happened: Kathy came home at noon to take care of some things and to let the dogs out - and walked into the kitchenette and found our
If you were to go into our iPhoto and look at the pictures which were downloaded yesterday, you would find 79 photos - I said 79 photos - which my wife took of our niece Lorelai in which she is standing in her Grandpa Gall’s living room and flinging a stuffed Kermit the Frog into
Sunday was the confirmation of our goddaughter, Anneka Barrow, along with a number of other young people at Holy Communion - and it was yet another one of those moments when you’re stopped dead in your tracks wondering where in the world the time has gone. It seems like only yesterday that Kathy, Chip and
I am really glad I arrived at Rita Torcaso’s wedding on time, because this was one of those splendid occasions for which you would not want to miss a single moment, and even the next day I find myself breaking into a grin as I think about it. And Kathy and I feel so fortunate
Today was the wedding day of my former student/ now friend Rita Torcaso - and any normal person would have let the wedding and reception be the only big item on the day’s agenda. But no, not Greg Berg. In a moment of characteristic weakness and recklessness, I agreed to do some piano accompanying this
No, our dear friend Val Conner is not playing the world’s weirdest flute: she is actually blowing glass . . . at a wonderful place in downtown Racine called The Hot Shop. It’s first and foremost a glass-blowing studio where wonderful things are created by people who know what they’re doing- but it’s also a
We got back from Senior Choir rehearsal tonight to find ourselves without TV in our living room. I don’t mean to say that our television set had been stolen (although it might as well have been) but rather that the screen had basically gone empty and silent, save for the words “Unusable Signal.” It was
As a member of the media - albeit a tiny tiny fish in a gigantic pond - I make a point of keeping my own political perspective as close to my vest as I possibly can. Not that it doesn’t peek through from time to time- but I would like to think that most listeners
