Friday, April 27, 2007
(and so many others before them),
in that great cello choir in the sky;
playing for the angels.
I retired early in the far-off frozen north, with time (finally!) to indulge a long-deferred passion: learning to play the cello (beginning November 2005). So you are about to read my cello thoughts, my cello frustrations, and (hopefully) my cello exaltations; along with general musings about travel, teenagers, hippopotamuses and elephants; and a few random gripes about everything else.