As anyone knows who is privileged enough (*koffkoff*) to have me whine at them, I spent quite a lot of planning and effort gearing myself up for an early-in-the-year audition for a production of Sweeney Todd - and then didn't get cast. But almost immediately, while I was doing a concert of Trial by Jury …

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So, this weekend was the Plan B version of the "get out of town" weekend to Connecticut that had gotten torpedoed. I decided to do an overnight in New Hope, PA - hadn't been in many years, had never been to Lambertville even though it's a five-minute walk across a bridge (honestly, last times I …

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I do spend an awful lot of my life thinking, "oh, I should take a power walk every day" or "I should practice the piano every day" or "I should do some of the organization projects in the random tote bags in the utility room every weekend" or whatever. And of course it never gets …

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I was 11 years old for the Bicentennial and, oddly enough, was out of the country for the actual day. We were taking a typically weird Peterson vacation. Mom was in South America for work, and Dad joined her in Bolivia (I think). Sam and I stayed with family friends, then flew (by ourselves, which …

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I know I explain this every year, but a couple of factoids: There is an annual Gilbert & Sullivan festival that takes place every August in northern England. I work (regularly, but not necessarily yearly) with a multinational group (Savoynet) that puts on a show every year at this festival. So do many other New …

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