Time marches on…..

A Fireman died last week. He fell through a sky light. Not a framed out skylight but a plastic variegated skylight that matched the texture of the metal building’s roof he was walking on to check for signs of a fire. There was a grand public processional which slowly wound through the streets of Denver,…

The Symphonic Arrangement Suite for Flute and Piano

Claude Bolling’s  Suite for Flute and Jazz Piano featuring classical flautist Jean-Pierre Rampal, was one of my all time favorite recordings. I found out later that it was responsible for the word cross-over. It was both classical and jazz and it was spectacular! I played flute in high school and dreamt of playing each song,…

Change

Slowly, methodically, the cars thoughtlessly file in lines like ants spreading across the ground.  Following the endless line into the city, she listens, “Caroline….Car-o-line…” droning loudly through the age worn speakers. The driver mindlessly meanders toward the destination called job and robotically executes lane changes, exits and lights with little thought.  The car rattles and…

Tea with Crumbles of Garlic Bread

Some of the strangest things in life happen when you are half asleep. One of those odd things happened today when I headed for the kitchen to drink a second cup of tea. I made my first cup and put my tea bag on the counter, what I failed to notice was that the counter…