Eight Months of Light

It’s true: March begins a long break from the darkness of winter months when all that stands between me and bleakness are roaring fires every night and two big, black dogs whose sensory experiences I find inspiring as we troop through snow, over ice, and into the cold.

This means, too, the arrival of morels from Oregon, a shipment of Peter Michael whites, a long stretch of school consultations, mud, shoots, and a slew of small writing projects.

Add Roy Haynes, McCoy Tyner, and Christian McBride LIVE on three separate gigs at Scullers and, you know what, it’s OK, it’s all OK.

 

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