I’m sitting in my music room; well, I’m lounging in my music room.
When I was a preschooler I passed hours with my father’s stacks of 45’s, playing with them as much as playing them. I loved the exotic labels — Swan, Roulette, Dot, obscure […]
One morning before home room the perky girls began tacking hand-lettered signs all over the school. Two weeks from Friday we were invited to attend a sock hop in the school gym. It […]