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.
Nobody needs to tell me that the U.S. is exceptional. I have lived in a few other countries where things we take for granted are their “exceptional.”
We are all dissatisfied with something in our lives. That’s why there are so many lawyers and liquor stores in every community.
Music composed by women, performed by women.
Four highly proficient and talented female string players from the Orlando Philharmonic — dames all right! — took the stage at the Plaza Live Theater on Monday, July 21.
All of us are constant critics in our daily lives. We assess all that we buy, that we eat, that we drink, that we drive, that we wear — even that we marry.
Criticism requires emphasis on goodness or inferiority. If you tell your wife that you think her new dress is pretty, you are a critic. Period.
One’s past is not alive in one’s mind at all times, but we manage to drudge up valuable long forgotten moments and places when the occasion calls for it.
All in all, my remembrance of my school days in Winter Park is of a very placid, genteel and proper atmosphere, with hardly any hint of the hustle and bustle of today.
Members of the Orlando Philharmonic played a delightful program
On Monday, July 7, members of the Orlando Philharmonic played a delightful program at the Plaza Live Theater in Orlando featuring Prevailing Winds’ reed instrument players.
In the next 17 days, Jefferson drafted one of the most beautiful and powerful testaments to liberty and equality in the history of mankind.
It would seem that present President Obama was “out to lunch” when Jefferson’s pertinent sage words were in the air.
If our dreams of love don’t come true, we rarely sing about it.
Nothing is ever quite the same as it is when we remember it.
Quintet plays favorites
A quintet of brass players called Sovereign Brass plus one percussionist played a program titled “Splendor in the Brass” on June 23 at The Plaza Live Theater and they played how else? Splendidly!
These days there are many questions about the president and his presidency floating around in the political air we breathe.
Barack Obama has no experience with any of our armed services and yet as president he is commander in chief of all of them.
In the ’30s Hope Strong and I, along with other members of our Scout Troop, would canoe with our leader Fleet Peeples down the Wekiva River and camp out overnight on Shell Island.
We were boys then. We were crazy. What else is new?
Most American kids are not willing to wait. They put last things first, and first things last.
That's why there are so many people in the audience and so few on the stage.
There is nothing that prepares one for the vicissitudes of old age except living a very long time and learning to roll with the punches.
Human beings are always in some state of mind or another and tend to assume that everyone they talk to is in the same state that they are at the same time.
inter Park can be grateful to our city commission for being more concerned with our future township than with the wishes of developers.
When and if Winter Park becomes only a busy suburb of Orlando, my house will be for sale.
We talk a lot about logic, but when have we managed to string any two periods of logic together to make sense for long?
It is the permanent unknown that spurs us on as it concomitantly holds us back, while we read Proust and try to rethink “Remembrance of Things Past” — times when we probably never even existed.
Communication via human speech is really quite a mysterious invention.
It appears that we take on understanding of many abstract words by the dramatic situation in which they first occur.
Relativity is everywhere you look. And who needs an Einstein to explain that the fourth dimension — time — is the glue that holds together the pieces of the world in which we live?
Reality is a constantly changing motion picture — not a still life. Change is the way of life. And change takes time. The change from young to old takes place too quickly for most of us.
I always stayed in the Hollywood Hotel and once had a room looking down from the second floor and on New Years Day could enjoy the whole Rose Bowl Parade from my window.
Bob Hope once gave me two 50-yard-line tickets to the Rose Bowl in Pasadena where I sat with great singer John Charles Thomas and movie actor Edmond Lowe.
Mickey Rooney sat down at the grand piano and said, “So you’re a singer? — so sing.”
He sat down at the grand piano and said, “So you’re a singer?— so sing.” He played a bit of a song from the 40’s and I sang along and interpolated a high B-flat. “Ya’ got it alright,” he said.
Signs of weakness from our president are answered by aggressive action from the Russian Putin — sure as shootin’!
We must finally learn that our White House must lead from strength, not from weakness, or the world will wipe its feet on us.
Wilkins brought thrilling full sound to the symphony's conclusion and drained every drop of emotion from Sibelius’ musical “victory.”
On Saturday, April 5, the Orlando Philharmonic, with conductor Christopher Wilkins, performed “Finlandia,” the Symphony No. 2 of Jean Sibelius and the Brahms Violin Concerto with soloist Elmar Oliveira.
Men like to play with fire and are big risk-takers; women are fire extinguishers and lead men home safely from their adventurous tomfoolery.
We men lean individually and collectively upon women from the time we get up in the morning until we go to bed at night.
Barnatan’s pianism is prodigious
The recital of cellist Alisa Weilerstein and pianist Inon Barnatan on Sunday, March 30, in Tiedtke Hall presented by the Bach Festival Society turned out to be an impromptu affair.
Today’s recent sequence of international events is not salutary — we have a president who speaks from weakness that could well invite aggression from several already dangerous sources.
Something has got to change: either our protective stance, or the vapid words that come from our White House.
Many people’s early lives are spent as half of a partnership looking for the other half. Being alone is often a tolerable solution — for not just any partner can do the trick ideally.
It seems to me to be a miracle that with all the people walking around out there, that we ever meet the exactly right person with whom we are fated to spend the rest of our days and nights.
My attitude may be somewhat cynical, but after 93 years, I am quite convinced that the majority of human actions are designed to satisfy greed.
Greed is the emotion that causes people to go into outsized debt, which their rationality warns them they cannot repay.
We had still not figured out exactly why we had bought a house in Winter Park, where we had no particular reason to be. But reasons soon surfaced.
Life in Winter Park is about as good as it gets anywhere for people who own a house and have provided themselves with comfortable living in their later years.
"Mary Jane” is almost as readily available as booze, and seems to be the drug that opens the door to cocaine, heroin and all the heavyweight mood-ameliorators
Those who lie to get a marijuana “prescription” from a “doctor” betray both the medic and themselves.
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.
I'm glad that I served and I'm also glad I survived. I lost a lot of friends...who will always remain young.
Veterans Day, which used to be called Armistice Day, reminds us of the many wars in which this country has invested wealth and blood.
Festival brings Miró String Quartet
Schubert’s music is as entrancing in Winter Park, Fla., as in Vienna, Austria, where his genius graced the landscape for a mere 30 short years.