I grew up in a musical family. My mother occasionally taught syncopation, my father played the harmonica like James Cotton. Our house was filled with everything from Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony to honky tonk. When they weren’t practicing, jamming or having sing-songs with their friends, they danced to tunes emitting loudly from the record player…

I am all about “If you dream it you can do it.” War Serenade in tangible form is proof of that. I dreamed about “her” for 40 years until I did something to make her happen….

We were used to going through airport-worthy, single-body-scan-tubes before drawing money at our neighborhood bank. Imagine then, the shock of cruising casually in and out of a drive-through to cash a check! The chasm was as wide as being served a cup of bleach with a plate of bacon!

But the real gap in our cultures was in the way we said goodbye.