In memory of Kenneth CottrellĀ (1969-1993) I’m a trumpet player. A classical trumpet player, that is. And even more specifically, one who plays in orchestras, wind

In memory of Kenneth CottrellĀ (1969-1993) I’m a trumpet player. A classical trumpet player, that is. And even more specifically, one who plays in orchestras, wind
Many journeys, both internal and external, have been traveled in the last four decades of this unexpected life of mine. I have also lived in
Sometime at the beginning of January in 1992, I arrived at Dallas-Fort Worth Airport and headed to the campus of Southern Methodist University, some twenty
In Part 1 of this post, I described some background of my life as a child, some Italian-American meal experiences that we shared as a
Those unfamiliar with Syracuse believe it to be either a small college town or sprawling farmland featuring more cows than humans. There is little wiggle
…but I pretended I was not. The truth will reveal itself later. In January of 1992, I ambled through Syracuse, New York’s Hancock Airport and