“They told me I can’t sing at the pool!!” Mark said, confused and a bit exasperated. The comment caught Dave, Forrey and me off guard. “Why don’t you ask the lifeguard if you can sing?” we suggested. Mark, 15, who

It startled me to hear my son spontaneously singing Happy Birthday to Harry. Harry, a senior living community resident, was attending a reception with a group of high school students. The students had just concluded a musical program at the

Grandpa Anderson (we called him Mr. A) often said, “There are lots of ways to win at tennis.” My Uncle smiled as he described seeing his father in action. Mr. A relied on placement, not power. At the end of

“Grandson. We are going to fish today at the dam.” Usually we fished from the pier or a boat. This added to my excitement. I had almost achieved 10 years of age, and really looked forward to going on this

“I love you Ric Olson.” Coming from within the pool or just before jumping into the pool or as he walked alongside it many times over the past several summers, he would say this to me. When I heard it

Early in life, possibly as early as kindergarten, our son received a gift of a CD from his grandfather that would change his life. The CD contained classical music, a departure from the gospel and old gold rock and roll