In 1991, I drank one of Paul Simon’s beers. I’m exaggerating, but let me tell you how I found myself in the “Rhythm of the

My Aunt Jean should probably be your hero, too. She’s 92. Last year, she flew overseas to visit my sister. In this case, “overseas” meant

I was at my daughter’s orchestra concert a few years ago, sitting next to my son, Oliver. We were subjected to the full range of

The BIGGEST project of my life is nearly done: We renovated a 1922 Silent Movie-era Theater in St. Paul, and then moved everything over from

I spent a few days in Berkeley with Glenn in 2017, where he lived for most of his life. It was apparent that he was a