winter

The Return of the Horn
Way back in the Summer of '08, I accompanied my daughter to the high school. She was "trying out" for band. I use sarcastic quotes because it wasn't really a tryout; it was "let's get you to try several different instruments to see what you like and, oops, you can't play that one because we already have too many kids taking that instrument up and here is a contract for instrument rental that will mean spending two to four times as much dough over the course of your school career than if your parents just ponied up and bought one for you at a local music store."But, I digress.She tried out the French Horn, my particular instrument of choice. I was kinda hoping she'd

Old Letters
I came across a letter the other day. It was a letter I had written 20 years ago to a friend, but never sent it. Apparently my friend and I had shared sharp words. It's not unusual for me to write letters and then not send them. It is unusual for me to keep them, however. I found the letter in an old notebook I had kept from high school. And it's been bugging for a few days now. I don't remember having a tiff with Susan in '89, but the tone of my words have really stirred something up. She had taken me to task, apparently, for not being happy. My reply was to say "what if I'm just a sad person?" This would have been 2 years before I ever knew from depression, three befo

Gosh, I don't even know where to start
Let's see. Bought a house, moved, settling in, ran a 5K, still on a diet, still playing guitar, still playing in the church praise team. The new house is really a delight to play in. The great room has a cathedral ceiling in it and the sound is just fantastic. The carpet deadens it a bit, but music sound so much better there than any other room we had in the old house.So, how have ya'll been?