Dan Downing I once had this precious little son. He was the most sparkling, alive, friendly, curious, intelligent, little boy any dad could hope for. When he was still too young to walk, I used to carry him in this little blue snuggly on my back, and weÃd go for a walk in Menotomy Rocks […]
Dan Downing I first experienced Flamenco up-close-and-personal in a restaurant-theatre in Madrid in May of 2000. I got to spend the better part of a week there on a business trip with two business colleagues and their wives. Linda had been invited to come also, but being the middle of the school year, she had […]
Dan Downing It takes a long lever to move me off my long-post-empty-nest butt. But how enjoyable, once forces conspire to do so (yet how quickly inertia sets in again). But the bonds strengthened and the territory explored make a repeat of this weekend a must. Picked up Jim at Alewife Thursday eve, enjoyed a […]