A dark Danby Chapel, at the Methodist Country House, in Greenville DE, after a recent performance. You won't find this on my public schedule, as these events are generally for the residents of the particular community. I began performing in senior communities in 1994, after a 6 month run at the Atlantic City Showboat, which reminded me of the musical connection I have with older adults who lived the eras from which I have appropriated the music. This led to my receiving my certification as a Music Therapist (MT-BC) in 1997, and many (too many to count or even remember) meaningful interactions with seniors. In recent years this has waned greatly, due to budget austerity (the economy has taken a bite out of this industry), and the anticipation of the cultural shift to come. Shouldn't run ahead of myself, though, as this remains a major comfort zone.

James Dyke aka Robert (Robbie) is one handsome dude. He remained in "costume" (if not in character) after the one act play presentations at Queen Anne's County High School Wednesday evening, long after everyone else had (quickly) changed. If I had a quarter for every time I have talked (or thought) about the pride and contentment I feel that all 3 of my children (Robbie being the youngest) being connected to the arts, I'd be able to pay off my mortgage.Thankful for my family.

Blessed with many "things", including a heavy stretch of performing engagements, over last week and this. It made going out for my birthday difficult, with only one clear evening (which wasn't really close to the date) over a two week stretch. This is something my family has learned to adapt to long ago (necessary to go in to any situation with your eyes open. Or, as Super Chicken said to Fred: "You knew the job was dangerous when you took it"). It worked out nice, actually. My cruise show was redirected from Chestertown to St. Michaels on the night before my birthday, so we all drove down to Eatson (in 2 cars) with plenty of time to have a nice dinner at the new Olive Garden. Perhaps the highlight of the evening was when (suddenly, in the blink of an eye) Kratos' drinking cup was found with crayon. No one saw him do it, and (as pictured above, post extraction) everything was in place, and seemingly untouched. It's was pretty funny, in addition to again bringing Super Chicken's admonition to mind. And yes, Kratos got a fresh cup.