Finding new and more economical ways of saying things is admirable, it seems to me.
If my colleague says, “At this point in time I’m planning to rob a bank,” couldn’t he accomplish the same end by saying, “Now I’m planning to rob a bank”?
"What does love mean?"
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." – Terri, age 4
The next destruction that we tolerate could easily be the last!
We hear in our democratic land that people get the government they deserve. This fact is often unnoticed when an uninformed and one-sided majority takes over and assumes command.
Someone said, "An Irishman is never peaceful except when he's fighting."
Jay was the most "professional" Irishman I ever met. It was easy for me to tire of his slobbering about "the old sod."
Today’s military climate is not the same as any we have ever known before. Nuclear weapons are now in every arsenal.
There are many historical predictions of future war between the ideas of Islam and western democracy. They surely are ideologies that will find it difficult to live in the same place at the same time.
An old American Indian proverb goes: “Don’t judge any man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.”
An old American Indian proverb goes: “Don’t judge any man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.”
Will the military ever be military again and stop being ‘yes men?’ I’m still waiting for answers.
Something has been bothering me. It just gnaws at me, and I’m not enough of an expert to handle it.
Our personal clock starts the moment we are born and runs until our time is up whenever that may be.
My father used to tell me, “You make your own good luck.” I grew up believing that expecting something puts one on the track toward getting it.
“You could still sing great now if you really wanted to.” “You don’t really think that, do you?”
The day before Christmas, Mr. Natale stepped out onto his sunny, palm-lined driveway. A little boy was staring at him from the sidewalk.
My fate was not to be born to riches, but my life has been blessed by more than plenteous lucre ever could have brought me.
I have worked long and hard in the many years since moving to Winter Park and I am happy that we are affluent enough to enjoy old age here.
Thinking about sin is hardly a good hobby. And original sin is not only often pointless but confusing.
Knowing nothing myself about sin, I’m surely not going to try to get you involved in it — though there are some things about you that irk the hell out of me.
Ax is a pianist’s pianist and has all the fingers that only the greatest pianists possess.
His performance was an extraordinary personal experience for me and I shall jump at the opportunity to hear him again.
Is it impossible for us to remain the same in a world where our bodies are aging and the world itself is the locale of myriad evolutions?
If you are going to be stuck somewhere in our solar system you could do a lot worse than to make your life in Florida. Millions of people up north work all their lives hoping to retire where we spend everyday.
Mendelssohn’s “Overture to A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” with fairy music whispering on the violins, started the evening.
On Nov. 14, my good friend Victor went with us to the Plaza Live Theater where we enjoyed a chamber concert by the Orlando Philharmonic Orchestra.
I enjoy a conscious excitement when getting up in the morning. I’m thankful for that fact.
I am grateful to people who let the chips fall where they may. I have never been felled by a truthful chip. But heavily-timbered lies have knocked me temporarily for many a loop.
In this country we decided long ago to abide by the results of the public’s vote. It is inherent that we generate winners and losers.
Outcomes that don’t please some people do not give them the right to refuse those voted results.
When I was a lad, our country was my big family to love, to honor, and protect.
I don’t think that one must have fought for this country in order to hold it close to his heart. It is purely coincidental to me that my family fought in all the wars since this country began.
The evening honored Winter Park men who managed to avoid “calling it a day” at the end of World War II.
The Winter Park History Museum surely knows how to assemble a lovely evening in showing what wartime life was all about in Winter Park.
One cannot learn without changing. Change means combat — internal and/or external.
A guy says to me something to this effect, “I’ve known you quite a while, and you’re combative.” That was in grade school.
The Trio Solisti are the consummate artists! What a performance!
I could think that Haydn, Chausson, and Brahms were smiling down from Olympus saying, “Yes, that’s just the way I thought of it when I wrote it.”
The time: World War II. The place: a USO show in a canteen for service people.
Music is a momentary escape from the reality of coming days, weeks, and months, when their own death is a constant companion of those in combat.
Candide, as embodied by Miles Mykkanen, is a winningly sympathetic character with a golden tenor voice.
Maestro Eric Jacobsen and his troops delivered a delicious serving of beautiful music – an excellent evening all ‘round!
We are constantly making decisions about liking and not liking all kinds of things — from coffee to cars — from movies to neckties.
People arrive at decisions in various obtuse ways, and we often don’t remember what made us do a certain thing — it may be that the odds just pile up in favor of doing — or not doing anything in particular.
All of us good little people, plus our good little girls and boys, are busy cramming smarts into our brains from morning to night.
How much time do we spend thinking about the well-being of that great computer in our head — namely, our brain?
No, not Pierce; his name was Bierce and in 1913, when he was 71 and should have known better, he went to Mexico and joined up with Pancho Villa.
Ambrose Bierce said that for an American to go to Mexico at that time of violent revolution was a kind of euthanasia.
When I was singing in Germany, I got used to hearing, “in Germany all things are better.”
Indeed, I found each country had its good and bad sides.
When I was a kid of 10 or 12, I had a dog that was my constant companion — my best friend.
People have written much about a boy and his dog, and I am a witness to the fact that such friendships are an authentic and lasting experience.
Back in my childhood home after a lifetime away, I recall constantly things that have long been buried in my memory.
Even in the depths of the Depression, Winter Park was a choice place — a little city with charm and grace that few places in the state had.
A group of professionals posed this question to a group of 4- to 8-year-olds, "What does love mean?"
The answers given by these children were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.
Panuccio draws applause
On Sunday afternoon, Sept. 4, we went to the University Club where tenor Marco Panuccio sang a program of Italian songs and opera arias called “O Sole Mio.”
Diane Bishop, the talented principle bassoonist of the Orlando Philharmonic, put together a rather unusual program for the final Sounds of Summer Series on Aug. 22 at the Plaza Live Theater.
These artists played with great expertise, and the result was charming. If there was any flaw – to my ear, the music sounded all too much alike!
Let students think for and about themselves as evolving forces for the good of all.
When you ask the average student why he is in high school or college, he may say something to the effect that: “I have to learn how to make a living."
In retrospect the performance was a sound concept soundly delivered for people on a hot summer evening in Orlando — and what a refreshing idea.
Monday evening b.w. and I went to a concert of dance music from Bolivia, Argentina, and Spain presented by the Orlando Philharmonic at the Plaza Live Theatre.
A teacher must, in fact, be a mother, father, guardian, minister, rabbi, priest, philosopher, doctor, and more.
And teacher are expected to do all this with just a piece of chalk, a computer, a few books, a bulletin board, a big smile – and on a starting salary that qualifies their family for food stamps!
They are free thinking people who conceal their tenderer impulses behind a smoke screen of misanthropy.
Curmudgeons are not necessarily evil-hearted, and not necessarily male — or old. They are free thinking people who conceal their tenderer impulses behind a smoke screen of misanthropy.
Every era has its scribes, those voices who shape the words to make them into the language of history – over but not forgotten.
The quite startling effect of living where I grew up comes from the fact that in Winter Park on all sides of me are constant reminders from the far distant past.
August, September, October and finally in November the American electorate has an opportunity to change the guard — can the world wait that long?
How many more innocent people will die in the meantime?
Small minds are contentedly imprisoned at the center of small protective horizons.
The mediocre thinker is always the last to “get the word,” i.e. to live in the “now.” Any imaginative new concept scares the mediocre to death.
The fact that one never seems to achieve his fondest wishes doesn’t seem to hinder our vainest hopes.
If everything is really possible in this “best of all possible worlds”— as Voltaire tells us in “Candide” — then human uncertainty should not perturb us.
She was a pretty German girl. An important young actress. I’ll call her “Lili.” He was an American baritone; I’ll call him “Jason.”
For one season, Jason and Lili were a handsome couple in the German theatrical world. Over coffee or beer Jason and Lili often told colleagues that they planned to get married.
Being funny, and being smart, seem to be innate fixtures in some people.
Funny is funny and wise is wise, no matter whose mind or mouth is the source.
A beautiful woman reminded me the other day that everyone is ignorant about something or other.
A marriage can be, in many ways, a swaps of desirables. When the swap is no longer mutually pleasing, then lawyers may get into the act and do their shockingly expensive thing. Long marriages are advisable, and economical as well.
In my singing career of many years in many opera houses I have learned many things – especially in German opera houses – but I’m not sure exactly what!
Early in my opera career I was engaged to sing Rodolfo in Puccini’s “La Boheme” in the Berlin State Opera.
Winter Park, the town where I grew up, is graced by the presence of many beautiful lakes. And, I can tell you from experience that they are full of fish.
Life was for us young people in great part, aquatic, and we usually carried our bathing suits to school for use afterwards.
I had a hand-held machine gun and a bag full of hand grenades on my belt.
We knew that our guys were soon coming in behind us en masse to take the island from the Japs and that we would have to leave Guadalcanal ourselves for the mainland.
Cobb was the first man ever inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame.
Ty was, as I was, a native Georgian, he being from Royston, and the state of Georgia was proud of the man and his baseball prowess.
Believe it or not, I know absolutely everything there is to know about marriage!
A few years back, this commentator dared to enrich his readers with his uncommon knowledge of the marital state.
A very famous shrink whom I knew in New York wrote a book saying that artists do things that are normal for artists, but would be deemed lunatic in less gifted people.
The fact is, people who have to sing stratospheric high notes are apt to sacrifice some of the routine normalities that less complicated people are free to enjoy.
If you weren’t at the opera this weekend, you missed a lot of fun!
This presentation provided a boisterous rebirth for opera in Orlando, and we can all applaud that important fact!
I hear that macho is “in,” and that wimps have used up their wistful moment in the sun.
I never gave any thought to what a “wimp” is, until a girl who dotes on “macho” men told me that she views wimps with scorn.