Guncles Day

Ken in Kansas has reminded me that today is Guncles Day. So Happy Guncles Day to all for whom the title fits!

Pestering

Friday morning. This rodentious varmint was just minding its business, sitting in the dogwood tree. Maisie was agog. Aghast. Alarmed. Alert. Angsty. Even five minutes after the varmint departed for higher climes, Maisie was still fussing over wanting to outside to run the creature off. Or eat the creature for breakfast. She’s also gotten pretty

Saying ‘so long’

My college-bound voice students are having their last lessons. And while I’m not a mess, I’m realizing how meaningful these lessons have been to these students over the last few years. Teaching voice is a vocation, a calling. I’m so glad to be a voice teacher.

#TBT: in D.C.

. . . One week ago, selfies, while still on my summer holiday, in Washington, D.C. And a couple of as-yet unpublished photos:

Into the Woods

I made a special trip up to NYC this past Saturday to see Into the Woods in the City Center Encores transfer to Broadway. From my journal: Two live Sondheim shows in three weeks. I’m a blessed man. Into the Woods. What can one say of sheer perfection. Brian Darcy James was born to play

DC in NYC

This past Saturday, Amtrak helped me make a dash north from Washington, D.C. to Manhattan. The sole purpose of the trip — less than 24 hours in NYC — was to see Into the Woods on Broadway, at the St. James. Union Station in Washington is fairly quiet on a Saturday morning at 7.30: The

DC in D.C.: Freer

The Smithsonian Institution is the world’s largest museum, education, and research complex, with 21 museums and the National Zoo—shaping the future by preserving heritage, discovering new knowledge, and sharing our resources with the world. The Institution was founded in 1846 with funds from the Englishman James Smithson (1765–1829) according to his wishes “under the name of

DC in D.C. 4

Years ago, in 1995, I visited the Woodrow Wilson House on a rainy day.  The docent was an old queen who obviously worshipped Wilson.  His visitors were me (then in my mid 30s, even before I started my doctorate) and an older university professor from somewhere in North Carolina.  She and I both soaked up

DC in D.C.: Lincoln

The Abraham Lincoln Memorial never fails to move me, thanks be to the gods. As long as it stands (as it has for 100 years now), and as long as I weep when visiting that temple, I know the we still have hope, and that I still have a heart and conscience. On my first

D.C. rain

Second day in a row!