It started out as a tranquil night at the Bergs. Kathy and I had just finished our nightly ritual of playing a little drawing game on her iPad - and an episode of “Friends” was playing quietly in the background. It was just about time to turn off the lights and get serious about sleep
This blog entry is prompted by a nightmare I had a few nights ago. Actually, nightmare may be overstating it just a bit, since I think most people use that term to describe dreams which leave you with your heart pounding right out of your chest. This wasn’t quite that frightening, but it was definitely
Our normally sleepy little neighborhood on the southside of Racine has seen way more than its fair share of excitement this week. First was the burglary-in-broad-daylight several days ago of a house on our block... disconcerting to say the least. And then came this morning’s stunning surprise, when a house five blocks from ours ended
. . . and other memorable moments from Carthage College’s 2012 commencement . . . *** Sunday in the Park - A little commencement day tradition of mine for the last ten years or so is to avoid the parking and traffic nightmare that engulfs the Carthage campus on a day like this. To avoid
Commencement Weekend at Carthage is always exciting yet exhausting . . . fraught with the heavy emotional freight of too many farewells. But this year’s was much more so because of a gigantic farewell hanging over all of the proceedings. I’m referring of course to the impending departure of President F. Gregory Campbell and First
There was an amazingly elegant banquet/reception at Carthage tonight, honoring the seniors who are about to graduate. It’s incredibly fun to indulge in all of the splendid delicacies, spend time with the graduates and everyone else in the Carthage family, and just celebrate after all of the hard work that has been a part of
There is a poignant song by Stephen Sondheim from his Follies which includes these words: You take one road - you try one door - there isn’t time for any more. One’s life consists of either / or. One has regrets - which one forgets - And as the years go on, the road you
I’ve never experienced Whiplash, and for that I am extremely grateful. The closest I’ve come was in an accident I suffered in my last Honda several years ago when I was hit by a pickup truck and trailer while I was sitting at an intersection in the pouring rain. The driver hydro-planed as he was
Of all that has been going on in my life over the last couple of months, nothing has absorbed such time, attention, energy, focus, and concern - or caused me more sleepless- ness - than Carthage’s production of The Marriage of Figaro. I should say first that when Carthage mounts full blown operas, it’s almost
Some memorable moments from Saturday’s State Solo & Ensemble competition at UW-Parkside...... (and texts from Handel’s Messiah for my headings - for no particular reason) *”Great was the company. . .” I love State Solo & Ensemble as much as anything because of who I get to be with and see all day long. First
