It was Good Friday. I had been composingmusic for some time that afternoon, probably for a fair four hours or so, whenat three o'clock I decided it was time to consume a late lunch. Mycurrent song had reached a s…

When I was a little kid, younger than I am now,I had always dreamed of being older and what special abilities it wouldbring. I could see myself driving and voting and holding a job. It was agreat little fantasy wo…

For the past three days my life has been a flurry of watching the clock and playing the time game, that is, seeing how much I can accomplish within as little time as possible. My father calls it "stuffing seven pound…

My English class took a trip to the Philadelphia Art Museum two days ago, you know, the kind of trip where seventy-five kids board one of those big, yellow buses and wander helplessly around the city. Our assignment …