The first two jazz LPs I ever bought were by Stan Getz and Dave Brubeck. That day was in 1953, nearly sixty years ago, and I was barely twelve years old. Brubeck died this morning, one day shy of his ninety-second birthday, and his death brings back a flood of memories. I heard him in… [Read More]
Julie & Julie & Julia Part III
Ten days ago my blog scored a record number of hits – 451 in one day. Trying to figure out why, I discovered that 319 of these visits were racked up by a single post – “Julie & Julie & Julia Part II” from September 2nd. My family and friends would find this ironic in… [Read More]
Round Midnight: a poem for my mother
Thanks to everyone who shared their feelings in regard to my posting about my earliest memories of my mother, Vi Lomoe. Our parents remain such a vital part of our lives, even if they’re no longer with us in this worldly realm. There’s so much more to write about my mother and my father, Wallace “Chink”… [Read More]