(This is part of a series showing Synchronicity in my life)
I never thought that a teenage friend that I sang with would eventually follow the same path when choosing the profession that we would practice the rest of our life.
Continue readingI never thought that a teenage friend that I sang with would eventually follow the same path when choosing the profession that we would practice the rest of our life.
Continue readingI was thrilled and felt so patriotic when I ushered my two young grandchildren into my room and had them listen to the song “Yankee Doodle Dandy.” It was playing on the TCM channel with James Cagney dancing up a storm!
Continue readingIt started with my mother playing all the songs by Hank Williams as well as Eddie Arnold’s “Lonesome Cattle Call” tune.
Continue readingThe month of January will always bring a sad feeling when I recall what happened on the first day of the year in 1953 to one of the greatest Country and Western singers of all time.
Continue readingSongs have a way of taking me back to a time of my life that provided milestones for the path leading me to where I am today.
We all have them, those cherished ones that we hold dear. Some of which may cause a tear to flow, a shit-eaten grin to form. I recently thought of five of ‘em and simply wanted to share them with “Old Folks at Home” who might also remember them.  Continue reading
I remember . . . cutting the back of my hand while running beneath the boardwalk in Atlantic City. It is the earliest memory I can recall. I couldn’t have been any more than three or four and cannot for the life of me remember anything else I had done at that moment in time. Continue reading
John Facenda was Philadelphia’s favorite newscaster when I was growing up. He was suave and debonair, kind of like a Cary Grant with a voice that captured your immediate attention, whether it be about shenanigans going on in city government or sports actions through NFL replays. Continue reading
I cannot recall the one and only time I saw myself perform on television with my singing group, even though it was one of the highlights of my life.
I saw the singer and songwriter Paul Simon last night, and he’s “still crazy after all these years.”  Continue reading
I heard a banjo strum as I fed the birds outside near the plum tree in my yard this morning. Banjo? Strumming? Where could that have come from, I wondered?
Continue readingBut only those who nurture it can fully appreciate its magical transformation.