What is it about music that binds us to time and place? Woodstock, for example. Here it is, 50 years after an event that called . . .

April is Poetry Month, a time to read and/or write a few. Perhaps you can recall poems you have indiscriminately encountered over your lifetime, not because you had to memorize or study them, but just because you stumbled upon them and fell in love. As a girl I poured through the Childcraft Encyclopedia's volume on poetry where I discovered Longfellow, Wordsworth ... and "The Highwayman." The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleo