Monthly Archives: February 2011

Welcome to the 8th Grade students from Lincoln Middle School visiting the site. You’ll find all sorts of information here, and some of it may actually be interesting to you. I look forward to meeting you in a few weeks … Continue reading →

My boys and the other wonderfully talented All Star Honor Band musicians practiced for 14 hours over a couple of days, then performed a one hour concert for a giant audience. Every year I see this kind of thing, I … Continue reading →

Heading to Fresno early, because snow is forecast for the Grapevine during the very hours we were planning to drive on through there tomorrow. So it looks like we’ll go tonight and spend the night in Bakersfield. Once we’re on … Continue reading →

I just put two young musicians into a white stretch Hummer limousine with 16 (count ‘em) other young musicians. They are headed to Fresno for the big CBDA concert this weekend. They will be practicing day and night and give … Continue reading →

Joan, I think you’re the only one reading my blog. I think I had better start writing just for you. Mark tells me that you knew all about his broken bat and Tom’s mitt. Thanks for being here.

We started at 8 am yesterday, warming up for the first game, played the second of a double header in the valley, then travelled to Santa Monica for Juniors tryouts, playing a third game. Got home around 5. I fell … Continue reading →

Just in time to finish up the outline to the novel, Mark broke his wood bat in the cage last night, and the webbing in Tom’s infielder’s mitt (Ozzie Smith style) has unraveled. Dave, you will be traveling to Mike’s … Continue reading →

My sweet wife’s birthday is today, and she has clearly not been checking the blog, so any secrets that might have been revealed have been kept secret. Happy Birthday, Liz. In fact, I can probably safely post all the presents … Continue reading →

Here’s a way to check to see if my wife is reading the blog — her birthday is this weekend. She turns… 27. We’ve been together since before she was even a gleam in her father’s eye. Decisions to be … Continue reading →