Coloring our composers

“What’s the purple guy’s name?” The question came out of the blue from the backseat of the car one afternoon driving home, I looked around – nope, no one dressed in purple out shoveling their driveway or going for a jog that he might be looking at. Just a moment or two ago, we wereContinue reading “Coloring our composers”

Classical Car Rides

We have a bit of a commute in the morning, the little guy and I. Breaking it down to even numbers, it’s about a half hour for us to get to his grandmother’s house in the morning, and then another half hour (roughly, maybe slightly less) for daddy to get to work from there. NeedlessContinue reading “Classical Car Rides”