The sky was all purple

Springfield, Illinois–the town where I grew up–doesn’t have very many suburbs, but I lived in one of them. And for this suburban child of the 80s, the electric guitar reigned supreme. Led Zeppelin was my favorite, of course, but any record would either rise or fall in my estimation of it, based solely upon the levelContinue reading “The sky was all purple”

Watching fireballs in the sky

Tuesday evening, July 3, Wilmette, IL The stage was set for a memorable evening. The weather was warm, but tolerable after an uncomfortably muggy day. A full moon hung low in the sky, as if to add extra illumination for the proceedings to come. And the majestic Baha’i Temple–the closest thing the North Shore has to aContinue reading “Watching fireballs in the sky”