My uncle Alan shot this photo of Dad hiking in the Adirondack mountains (circa mid 70s). The past few days have been a blur of activity and emotion. I haven’t had time to sit and write and even if I had the time, I don’t know what I would have said. On Saturday afternoon at…

One of Dad’s songs he used to sing on the bus … This world is not my home, I’m just a passin’ through, my treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue… the angels beckon me from heavens’ open door and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore… This afternoon my dad went…

Tonight I was checking the news feeds and came across this story about a group doing random acts of culture – singing or performing classics in public spaces. Of course I love this idea and watched this amazing video. The Philadelphia Opera decided it would be cool to do Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus in Macy’s. And…

It’s always fun to speak in the cultured manner of the days of yore … of knights, nobles, and castles. Lots of thees, thous, mayhaps and prithees. Cameron and I were chatting in such a manner on the “book of face” this evening, and he was getting ready to sign off. I had barraged him…