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Once upon a time I played the first clarinet part of this march — from memory. Perfectly. My fingers flew along the keys with ease and elan. Alas, even without the pressure to memorize, the muscle memory is short-term. My age shows with every note (and depending on which part of the transitional lenses I … Continue reading
Absolutely everyone is ready for spring, even this handsome fella in my neighborhood. There’s a lot of buzz about him…
Out for a Saturday afternoon walk with Catherine…