Month: January 2004

winged migration

For my birthday, Paula bought me the Winged Migration DVD. We’d seen it in the theaters last summer and loved it. Tonight we watched it again. It’s one of the most breathtaking movies I’ve seen. Over four hundred people spent four years filming birds in flight to make a ninety minute movie with no plot,…


inner harbor

After two terrific concerts, one last night and one this morning, the choir stopped in Baltimore to visit the Inner Harbor and the aquarium. It was my first time back to Baltimore in 17 years, since I’d dated a woman who went to Johns Hopkins in 1987. Something about young love makes a place doubly…


washington mall

Today I rode on a bus with 40 college students to Washington DC, tagging along with my wife and her choir for a short two-day tour. On the way down, we watched “Legally Blonde 2”, which is kind of a “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington” for a new generation. Even though it was pretty cliche…


rosemary falconer

May 15, 1931 — January 23, 2003 Rich in love, a woman whose gift was giving. Her heart, her warmth, her laugh, she gives herself continually. Like a stream, her love flows through everyone she meets. From Chicago brat to Bonita Rose, she served the skies till she met a man to love. Together they…


to be king

Just watched the movie Boycott, which depicts the beginnings of the American civil rights movement, with Rosa Parks sparking the Montgomery bus boycott, an impressive and effective example of civil disobedience led by a young and uncertain Martin Luther King. The boycott, which eventually led to the repeal of the Alabama segregation laws, got started…


birthday call

Today’s my birthday, which ordinarily doesn’t mean much to me, but this year I’ve been dreading it. No, I don’t mean the usual “I’m getting old” thing. Today I’m sad because of my memories of my last birthday, which was really sad. On my last birthday, I’d been home less than a week after a…


unseen inheritence

I’m not sure why, but I get along great with Irish and Scottish people. It sounds strange to say, especially having grown up in America where such distinctions are becoming as important as eye color. Much of America is its own kind of monotone, with regional flavor, but a shared sort of sameness. It may…