I’m sitting on my brother’s back porch in Unadilla Michigan. He and his wife are letting Eileen and me visit. In my case, it is for some badly needed rest. However, I have already driven into Chelsea and practiced organ for an hour. A local church lets me do this.
I am exhausted. I had more will than energy to practice.
I am very excited! My brother is letting me read a rough draft of one of his short stories. He has been working on his writing since retiring. I have been looking forward to seeing some of his work. Cool beans!
I “follow” this author on Facebooger. This looks like a good read. I am discouraged about the violence from the left in Portland yesterday. Anti-fascists stopping free speech look a lot like fascists, themselves, to me.
This is a weirdly written report. I find the stubborn student reprehensible, but she is only a high school student. I think some of the details in this story are a bit invasive on the part of the reporter. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to see such personal stuff the subject of a national newspaper article I wonder how the people described feel about this article.
This sounds cool. Trinity Church in New York City.
Interesting. It would seem to me that music making could be very helpful to prisoners. But I’m biased.