Remembering Aaron Copland

Thirty-five years ago, roughly, I got myself into trouble. It was during music class, the once-a-week excursion outside of the classroom in the Catholic school that I attended in the 1970s, and into the music teacher’s classroom on the first floor. I’ll call the teacher Ms. F, but her full name isn’t really important toContinue reading “Remembering Aaron Copland”

Finding Lincoln, again

I’ve written about unexpected encounters with Lincoln before. I grew up in Lincoln’s hometown of Springfield, Illinois, and I now live in Chicago, where he would have most likely returned to, had he lived to complete his second term. Lincoln seems to be everywhere, and yet I’m always happy when he turns up anew. LastContinue reading “Finding Lincoln, again”

Becoming Lincoln

Election fatigue is setting in, after all of these months of campaigning. And it’s true that I want the election to end quickly, but I think that there might be a post-election fight, just like there was in 2000 when George W. Bush was awarded the presidency by the Supreme Court. I very much hopeContinue reading “Becoming Lincoln”

I can’t wait for this

My admiration for Abraham Lincoln runs deep. I carry Lincoln’s name as my own middle name, and proudly so. Nobody ever changed America for the better more than he did. Ending slavery, which had existed for centuries, was an unqualified good thing. And he made it happen, almost all by himself. The prospect of aContinue reading “I can’t wait for this”