“Interesting….the Socratic Method,” I thought smugly as I listened to his questions. “How old are you?”…”38.” “And you haven’t been married?”…”No.” “Have you been engaged?”…”No.”
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“Interesting….the Socratic Method,” I thought smugly as I listened to his questions. “How old are you?”…”38.” “And you haven’t been married?”…”No.” “Have you been engaged?”…”No.”
“Sure. Sounds good,” I replied. There was nothing particularly unique about the phone call in response to my interest in the Middle School Band Director
Graduate school in Dallas was a mixed bag. The performing ensembles were fantastic. Friends were easily made. Dallas itself, in Millennial jargon… meh. There were
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
…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