Music to my Ears

I imagine that the year was 1961…September 11, assuredly…most likely 1961. Earlier in the summer my parents had purchased a used upright piano from some friends and decided that I would begin taking piano lessons that fall. I was an eight-year-old third grader, whose only prior musical knowledge was from the bits of family radio…

A Texan’s Take on Ohio Winters

As hard as it is for us to believe January 2019 marked our thirty-year anniversary of living in northeast Ohio. I’ve come a long way, physically and meteorologically, from southeast Texas. The winters I recall as a Texas tot were mild to chilly, with temperatures occasionally dropping below the freezing mark and warranting a jacket.…