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I remember my very first time...it was Aida...my inaugural opera...my friends Ed and Ray invited me to attend...they coached me on what to wear...put me up at the Stanford Court Hotel...met me at my door, champagne in hand...
Read MoreI dreamed last night of Lansing, Iowa...my dream a mixture of imagined experiences interspersed with scenes from my last visit...I turned to my exposures from that trip hoping to distinguish between what I was remembering and what I was fabricating in my nighttime reverie...
Read MoreOne of the kindest, gentlest men I have ever known...my high school sweetheart...had another birthday recently...and while it has been more than thirty years since we last saw each other, it is a day I always celebrate in my heart...
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