That’s me hugging a statute in New Orleans Square at Disneyland, summer 1979.
The manner in which Memorial Day is observed at Cherokee Memorial Park here in Lodi is different and unique. I know of no other cemetery that makes such an effort…
Mattie-Boo’s 16th birthday party. My kids always want to have their parties at our favorite Mexican restaurant . . . and never want their picture taken.
Christmas 1991: #1Son was 4 years old and Mattie-Boo just a few weeks. These two are the lights of my life!
Yes, that’s me with long hair in 2001. It grew even longer before I cut it. Gradually, I ended up with this:
My sister and I still laugh about our family’s artificial white Christmas tree, decorated every year with red ornaments. Here I am with my parents in 1969:
. . . Matthew!
My mother (the young girl on the right) and an unidentified friend posed for this photo sitting on a classic vehicle.
As we were driving west on Interstate 80 out of Davis, I snapped this photo of the sun setting over the hills because I thought the pink skyline was beautiful.
Yup, that’s me warming up backstage at Carnegie Hall on March 28, 2007!
I think #1Son was somewhere between three and four years old when he decided to try out Dad’s boots! He looks very surprised and looking at this photo makes me…
I thought I took a photo of Matthew before the limousine came to pick him up for his first homecoming. I didn’t realize until several hours later that I had…
The Arch is Lodi’s most famous landmark. I have always found it extremely funky.
Last Sunday I had the extreme honor and privilege of attending Sir James Galway’s Flute Master Class in Napa. I spent the entire day just a few feet from the master himself!
The teens were in another room being taught by Sir James’ wife, Lady Jeanne. At the end of the class, they performed for the adults and then Sir James joined them for one number. Watching those youngsters play so beautifully with the world’s best living flutist, beaming as they did so, was very moving. But for all of us, the day was an opportunity to learn from the undisputed master of the instrument and create memories that will stay with us for the rest of our lives.
Incidentally, Sir James is known as “the man with the golden flute.” He brought several with him and allowed students to play them. In this photo, he is playing on of his gold Nagaharas.