I had been playing trumpet for just over a year.  Being in the eighth grade, it was unusual to get a call on our party-line home phone from a total stranger.  The man on the phone asked me if I could play taps on Monday evening for President John Kennedy who had been assassinated the previous Friday. Read more »

Spoiled Brat

Richard Reid’s look-alike didn’t get on my flight.

The flight was packed (as opposed to the verb “to pack” as is covered at the GRPC).  Southwest Airlines has made the seats much narrower that they used to be.  All three of us in the row were really scrunched together.  Oh well, at least they didn’t want to sing “kum ba yah” the entire trip.  I thank God for travel mercies and providing me with a window seat! There was only one left when I got to the back of the plane.

There was a spoiled brat Read more »