War Whooping to the Oldies

The ear buds were jammed tight into my ears. The first pulsing beats of “Dusty Miller” pounded their way into my brain. That songs always grabs me. I was off and running. Not a brisk jog, mind you. I was whooping and hollering on a dead run launching off little hills...

War Whooping to the Oldies

The ear buds were jammed tight into my ears. The first pulsing beats of “Dusty Miller” pounded their way into my brain. That songs always grabs me. I was off and running. Not a brisk jog, mind you. I was whooping and hollering on a dead run launching off little hills...

Was it really there?

Was it really there? Guest Column from Gene Bach Friday, July 31, 2009 Have you ever had the feeling you weren’t alone? When you’re walking along a moonlit path, or in places where the sun isn’t able to penetrate a tangled web of branches on its’ quest to reach the...

Washington D.C.

(Editor’s Note:  Cliff asked that we re-run his Welcome from a few years ago as his tribute to Veterans’ Day.  We’re a day late, but here goes…)I’m going to Washington D.C. in April. A gift from my children, who saved their money for...

Wasn’t That a Time?

It’s hard to shake off the glow from the 2019 Summer Music Camp. Every year is a great experience, of course, but this year had lots of magic in the air.Peter Langston and Tina Webster, Camp Directors, do the impossible—make running a tight ship look easy and...