Bach Festival delights
On Friday evening, Feb. 21, the Bach Festival presented an evening of highly varied music in Knowles Memorial Chapel at Rollins College.
People choose to live in the darndest places and we’ll never know the reasons why!
I often wondered why, with so many roads running in all directions, people settled in so many places without any obvious selling points.
Are we saying goodbye to Tinker Field, Orlando’s most memorable sports setting since 1923 — the place where so many immortal sports, figures practiced and played?
I remember seeing Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig, there… What else has Orlando got that is a national sports landmark?
When Eisenhower was president, I didn’t worry about getting into a war because I knew he’d be in it with us and we’d win. Can you imagine being in Obama’s war and following him into battle?
How much better off would we be, if we had gotten this president before he had dulled his senses with pot.
Going back home and expecting to find what one left there years ago is both puzzling and futile.
I have come home again, yes – but Thomas Wolfe was right: the home I "knew" is no longer here.
A mix of choral and orchestral
On Sunday, Jan. 26, at Knowles Memorial Chapel the Bach Festival Society presented the music of still-living American composer Morten Lauridsen.
The war has been over a long time. And everything connected with the war is over, no matter how much value some of us may find in what we have lost irrevocably along the way.
I must admit to indulging in the exercise of trying to stretch even longtime friendships far beyond the capacity they may be capable of — seldom a successful venture.
In being decisive we all make mistakes. We hope our mistakes are small ones, and are rectifiable. Most usually are.
Most of the people to whom most people pay the most money are the people who make most of their big decisions for them.
Here on the dawn of a New Year is a welcome time to get all the objectionable things (and people) out of our lives.
Let’s move forward into 2014 with smiling optimism and only things and trustworthy people dear to us who inspire us with joy.
Our personal clock starts the moment we are born and runs until our time is up – whenever that may be.
These days the air hot with controversy and politics takes on the semblance of actual warfare.
In the palm-edged driveway, Mr. Natale greeted the pale lad who stood there, “Well, sir, what can I do for you?”
Suddenly, Giuseppe Natale’s mouth opened wide and began to sing. The words,“Che gelida manina....” came out as clear and strong as they had when he sang “La Bohème” in the great opera houses of Europe.
If the omnipotent God had wanted you to be perfect, why didn't he make you that way?
If questions still linger anywhere in one's beliefs, aren't they said to be the fault of the person involved, and not of the divine process?
I was a little kid noticing that the way to get recognized favorably in this world is to do something — not just talk about it.
Some guys measure success in terms of dollars. I concentrate on what I have managed to accomplish.
Football is a microcosmic non-lethal representation of war, I used to think.
I learned firsthand that football builds “character” and “characters.” These are two distinctly different things.
During this season of thanks I find my thoughts concentrating on things without which my life would be infinitely poorer, perhaps unbearable.
I am thankful for a keenly attuned conscience that keeps my pride from getting me too far in debt to reality.