A symphony composition, whether Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, or Mahler can often be a work of great genius bringing all kinds of instruments together, each with its own individual sound.
Such collaboration makes for some of the greatest music ever created, and ever performed.
The TV brings news of a woman being robbed at pistol point on Park Avenue, Winter Park at 11:30 p.m.
My memories of Winter Park go back to 1929. However, I would have thought such a crime on our main street is impossible — even now!
The wise speaker starts by concentrating on important aspects of something he knows a lot about.
The intellects of favorite talkers I’ve known were memorable for having stored away treasure-trove “reference libraries” of facts to be recalled on the spot while the speaker was speaking.
As my days dwindle down to a precious few, people ask me, “What do you do to get yourself going in the morning?”
I say, “I think about what needs to be done. I think about what I can get done today, and I get busy doing it.” What’s so unusual about that? After all, “today” is the only day any of us can do anything!
Like most American dads, mine was undoubtedly thanked inadequately during his days on Earth.
Dad was a first lieutenant in the Army in World War I, and managed somehow to join me as a naval officer in World War II when he was far over age.
We Americans see our planet through rose-colored glasses, only occasionally wiping the glasses clean so as to see the true reality around us.
In school we sang a nice little song that said, “Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.” The trick was, I guess, to row gently enough so as not to make waves to threaten us up ahead.
Winter Park’s perennial determined wish is to remain small, high class, quiet and aesthetically beautiful.
If Winter Park people appear to be snobbish, let’s thank them for giving Florida yet another town that can justifiably call itself “classy” — even “ritzy.”
Oddly, people who are our “blood relatives” are often people with whom we have little or nothing in common, and with whom we have little to do.
It is not unusual for people to be quite distant from their nearest relative, and for brothers and sisters to get along hardly at all.
Whether we know it or not, we are at war.
Fear in people invites attack, and the strongest people are the safest.
Maggie's marriage has been seemingly routine up to now.
In place of Louis Roney’s regular column, here is an original fictional short story, written by our columnist.
Rimma & Friends by the Orlando Philharmonic Orchestra
The evening deserves to be remembered particularly for wonderful artist Rimma Bergeron-Langlois’ memorable commanding moments of stellar violin artistry.
As our density grows, developers provide the nudges and flows that make our future take shape.
We old-timers are much concerned with the coming shapes of our lives and where we live, and present thinking becomes future reality.
Imaginary borders in our minds help us divide our thoughts into useful consequence, as fences or walls separate our lands from those of our neighbors.
Globalization has made us more vulnerable. It creates a world without borders and makes us aware of the limitations of our present politics to meet its challenges.
The third summer program of the Orlando Philharmonic Orchestra took place on Aug. 4 at the Plaza Live Theater.
Playing to a nearly filled hall, the evening was titled “Seasons of the Soul,” and OPO violinist Olga Ferroni put together a varied evening of music featuring selections from seasons of the year.
Tell me, why do we elect politicians?
These guys talk about their “party” a lot, and it’s party-time for them the minute they hit Washington.