Somewhere along the line, this is what didn’t happen in Flint, Mich.
I’ve been on the road for the past few days and this is the first chance I’ve had to post on Prince’s death.
I’ll let his guitar speak for me:
So let’s get an ultrahigh def view of the Earth from the international space station.
A story about a ghost in a machine:
Today would have been my mother’s 79th birthday. She died 23 years ago. A story about families and ghosts seemed in order.
This is worth putting aside a couple of hours for on a quiet day. I first heard this in high school in 1971. (That’s more than a lifetime ago!) I was told it was recently performed by the Louisville Orchestra, and regret missing that. So instead, here’s a performance from 2012 by the BBC.