When it came time to update my workout playlist, I put aside classic rock to become a Broadway star, with a little help from Cee Lo Green.
Yesterday was one of those “everything is connected” kind of days when I wander around without a particular plan and then that plan falls into place as if there had been a plan.
It’s a beautiful Sunday and I’m just catching up on reading this week’s newspapers. Apparently, a locally produced video, showing scenes from one of the most notable places in town, went viral this week. I can see why. And, it worked. Navy beat VMI, 41-3.
Wherever you are when you read this, whatever you believe or don’t believe, who(m)ever you love, whatever is your joy, here’s wishing you peace, love, and music. And maybe a little Hitchcock.
One of the first assignments you get in Journalism 101 is the obituary. I suppose everyone knows that obituaries for the famous and notable are held on file, ready to be published upon the news of the subject’s passing.
In the few years that I’ve been blogging, I’ve thought several times about writing this one. I knew the day would come and I knew I’d want to offer a genuine goodbye. I didn’t attend the official farewell. I knew my goodbye would have to be done my own way and that would probably mean it would be written.
I’m sure by now you’ve been reminded what a big day today is.
It was on this day in 1592 that a mathematician named Mrs. Smith baked her first double-crusted, lattice-topped dessert featuring apples from her Granny’s orchard and, upon noticing that the ratio of her pastry’s circumference to its diameter was approximately 3.14, she called it pi.
Later an e was added . . .