Again in America

I never wanted to go to Las Vegas. It was never on my bucket list of places to visit or things to do. I had no interest in the bright lights, The Strip, the casinos, that silly sign that sits obnoxiously on the edge of the city as a photobomb for tourists who stand in …

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Leaving Las Vegas … Looking back on four days in the desert

As the Airbus 320, flying as Jet Blue Flight 611, made its way over the Utah mountains, banking towards lower Nevada, the lights down below finally came into view. With every drop in descent, they grew brighter and brighter until right before landing when the city below became clear as day, even in the darkness …

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Celebrating 100: I’ve Got The Music In Me

“Without music, life would be a mistake.” -- Friedrich Nietzsche I have always loved music. I can’t carry a tune from here to the shower, and can’t play any instrument worth a potato, but do I love the music from those who can. For as long as I can remember, a radio, a record player, …

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Monday in Manchester: The World Just Changed Again

Every tragedy seems to carry with it that one image that becomes iconic because it gets splashed across television screens worldwide, and in newspapers from Calcutta to California. For Monday night’s terrorist attack at the Manchester Arena, at an Ariana Grande concert, of all places, the image is that of a teen-age girl being helped …

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2016: The Year Our World Grew Darker

Sunday was, perhaps, the roughest day of all. The future was taken from us in the waters off Miami. The past faded away inside the cold, sterile confines of a hospital in Pittsburgh. Jose Fernandez, 24, a Major League Baseball baseball player whose story of his escape from Cuba, and success at such a young …

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THE MUSIC OF MY LIFE: Part 1 – The Early Years of Paper Lace and Billy

Daddy was a cop, on the east side of Chicago. No, this is not my biography. Nor is that of my father. To the contrary this is a memory, another dance with the ghosts of my past, as I look back on a life filled with music and how it led me to where I …

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