I love this late November-time. I wanted to go to Highland Park United Methodist church, where a huge new pipe organ is being played in concert, but I ultimately decided that to stay at home, to get things done, and to relax were a kind of toccata, voluntary, fantasy and fugue all rolled up into one.
Instead, I ate fresh fruit and two slices of cheese pizza, bought an issue of "Sing Out!" magazine, and
thought of the number "three".
