“If you don’t like the weather, wait ten minutes.” That’s what they say in New England. It may be an exaggeration, but not by much. At the moment, the wind is howling, whipping up waves on the creek behind our home resembling an ocean storm. On the coast of Maine, the wind usually signals bad weather coming or going. We had a few drops of rain today, nothing to speak of; far less remarkable than the gale that continues to roar outside, shaking and bending sixty-year old pine

This is not the blog I wanted to write. I had planned to share my latest musical project, something that gives me a lot of joy, and something I’m anxious to share with my friends and fans. As usual, I had been mulling ideas for a few days, and was about to sit down at the computer when my wife Marion told me about the Sutherland Springs, Texas shooting. I felt liked I’d been hit by a truck. I got a sick feeling in my stomach and my head began to ache. Now music didn’t feel so