Harry and Clare, Skyying

  When I heard about Clare Alden MacIntyre-Ross’ death, I started weeping. You might be thinking who is Clare MacIntyre-Ross? It’s a long story. It’s a story about summer camp, young love, partings, and then was translated into a song made even more poignant when the man who sang it died way too young. Clichéd… [Keep Reading]


“When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.” Romeo and Juliet Friday someone posted a link on Facebook where you enter your… [Keep Reading]

Why Welk Still Matters

  The past three weeks I keep on thinking of the beginning of Howard Beale’s famous speech from Network: “I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad.” Two shootings in five days. The attack on Paris. We have a presidential candidate who makes fun of disabled people. His supporters… [Keep Reading]

A Love Supreme A Love Supreme

A love supreme a love supreme I was twenty when I first heard the acknowledgement. I was spending a semester in London. A little lonely, but trying to fit in. Every Saturday night, there was a good movie on television. Since we didn’t have a VCR, it became cheap entertainment: The good movie on Saturday… [Keep Reading]