“…Now, and At the Moment the Truck Pulls Away”—The BVM and Me

Funny that a man who has been homeless, has helped homeless vets for the last five years, and who is technically homeless again, would write about a long-ago challenge in buying a house, but there it is.  When my wife and I moved into our house in 1989, we were faced with a problem. Neither … Continue reading “…Now, and At the Moment the Truck Pulls Away”—The BVM and Me

For Him Who Has Ears to Plug—The Tuba and Me

Ever since I was a little kid, lying on the living-room floor listening to the soundtrack to “Lil’ Abner” or “Carousel,” I’ve loved music. (We alcoholics use the phrase “moment of clarity,” and I just had one: a childhood listening to Broadway musicals of the 50’s and 60’s explains a lot about the trajectory of … Continue reading For Him Who Has Ears to Plug—The Tuba and Me

A Prefatory Preamble to an Introduction to . . . Five Books

All college subjects offer their majors a few tricks. Math majors, for example, in addition to understanding the significance, if any, of Fibonacci’s Number, learn to quickly multiply any number by four—simply double it and double it again. Ornithology majors learn to tell immediately if a bird has rabies—it doesn’t: birds don’t get rabies. History … Continue reading A Prefatory Preamble to an Introduction to . . . Five Books