by Dr. Jeffrey Lant. Author’s program note. I confess to a naughty obsession. Its name is Andrew Lloyd Webber. Father forgive me, but he’s a truly larger than life phenomenon, talent oozing from every pore. Born March 22, 1948 (thus still — just — on the sunny side of Social Security) he hasn’t space enough …
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant. Author’s program note. To consider the great seas and oceans of our habitat is to consider the very origin of our species and how, upon decease, the residue of each of us returns to the water from whence we came. The truth is not ashes to ashes, not dust to dust, …
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant. Author’s program note. Everything, absolutely everything, pertaining to a presidential inauguration is not only of immediate, obsessive interest but constitutes, we know, History… moreover History in which we can and must participate, mull, comment upon, scrutinize, analyze, and, it’s our right, even excoriate, denounce and ridicule without fear of retribution. And …
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant. It was the call one dreads to hear, the call that one has pondered, tried to dodge, done everything to avoid but which at the end will occur, “Your dearly beloved is on the door step of eternity, soon to go into the sweet by and by. This is your notice.” …
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant. Author’s program note. The midnight hour was just striking 12. I should have been sleeping; until that moment had been sleeping. Instead, I bounded, yes literally leapt, out of my warm bed stacked high with a well stocked commissary of things necessary to get me through the night… … extra blankets, …