Here Comes the Sun

I was driving home today from a locally-situated big box home improvement center, when my playlist gave me Luciano Pavarotti’s tenor voice singing Puccini’s, Turandot / Act 3: Nessun dorma!. The sun was out. Even though the two days of sun we have had this February is more than we expect, its presence was especially welcome.

Signature Required

“I’m known by many names, but you can call me Zorro. [Que the music]Out of the night, when the full moon is bright,Comes the horseman known as Zorro.This bold renegade carves a Z with his blade,A ‘Z’ that stands for Zorro.” Before I knew anything about making paintings, let alone signing them, I knew Zorro. Remember

Work Your Fingers to the Bone.

The country-western powerhouse Hoyt Axton and Renee Armand penned what could simply be a perfect song. What is a perfect song? That’s a big big question and it is not my purpose to discuss that here today. Maybe another time. “Work your fingers to the bone. Whaddya, get? Boney fingers, boney fingers.” The world doesn’t

What’s Art All About Alfie?

If a tree falls in the woods, does it make any noise if no one is there to hear it? It probably does, but how can we know? We can’t be absolutely sure, can we? Science tells us that in order for there to be a rainbow, there must necessarily be three components: mist, light,

What’s Next?

I remember the feeling of accomplishment. And in this case, one more of those all-important items on the checklist of life that said you were one step closer to being a real adult. I had done what was necessary to be able to grab the brass ring — getting my family to Disney World.