I was eight years old when I got my first taste of piano music.
Anniversaries of significant events sometimes sneak up on us.
The “cold” front that passed through the area this weekend was nice. A northerly spring breeze was blowing and the clouds helped shadow the sun.
A few of you mention from time to time that you’ve seen me out walking the Wonder Mutt. Our excursions usually take us along College Ave. or on the walking trail at Towle Park.
For the bulk of their professional lives, he went his way, and she went hers.