Closing

I said to Mr.

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I said to Mr. Pavarotti once … a marvelous man and a great artist … I said to him … \”Maestro, I’m having trouble closing out a note so that it’s almost as thin as a butter knife … finish it out quietly like that.\” I said, \”I have trouble doing that. What do you … Read more

It\’s not like you\’re

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It’s not like you’re closing the old doors and that investigators working away in a laboratories on a unique hypothesis are no longer needed. My gosh, they are indeed. But this becomes a real engine for hypothesis generation and even for proof if you have interventions that you can carry out in this kind of … Read more

There is something disorderly

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There is something disorderly about the death of a young person. In a universe disturbed by so much over which we have no control, an untimely tragedy rattles the teeth of our already shaken confidence. We want to domesticate death, fight it on our own turf, in familiar rooms with shades drawn evenly, top sheets … Read more