Leaving Something Behind … Regrets
Thankfully, I’ve only got a couple
I’ll tell you about one.
Music surrounded me as I grew up. My father sawed away at the violin, badly, “screechily,” but passionately. Mom always listened to music — ballet music, the classics, Herb Alpert and the TJB, big bands, everything, always. My siblings and I had bins of albums — Beatles, Stones, Beach Boys…