When I returned from New York following my Father’s homegoing, I had several boxes and photo albums (just a start) to go through. I decided on the arduous task of scanning most of them so that I could give a CD to my brother and sister, mom and Christine. Needless to say it has consumed…

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…