The second note actually came from Katie's mom, Judy. She read my post about the great bluebird hunt and shared the photo at the top with me. Her daughter Amy has a pooch, Olly, who is carrying on a love affair with the bluebird you see at the window. Each day, the bird flies head first into the window, before settling in to gaze into Olly's eyes for hours on end. What fun!

Each year, I have two simple goals for HAR: 1. to cast at least one new person in my skits, and 2. to get to know one cast member a little better. These perks are what it's about, that, and knowing that the group is doing so much good. After the show ends, after the sets are packed, after the bills are paid, we get to puff up and send lots of money to the American Heart Association - usually $100,000,00 or more. We have general ideas on how the money is used, but we seldom know, specifically, how our efforts have changed lives. Occassionally, someone will slip quietly into the dressing room, or seek out one of the event chairs to share a story of a surgery or other intervention that saved a life. We just never know, but that kind of not-knowing if OK.
We just never know how we fit into the picture others have been painting. Hearing from Katie and her mom was one of those feel-good things. In addition to sharing personal updates, they spoke a bit about my teaching days. Amid the day-to-day business of planning, deciding, teaching, organizing, grading, and the many other things a teacher does each day, you just don't have time to stop and ask if you are doing the most important job of all...inspiring! I would like to think that there were a few moments in my career when I did that.
But hey, Katie, if you're reading this, thanks for keeping me on my toes. You challenged me, and demanded the best of me each day. And, do me a favor, keep surprising people from your past - you just never how meaningful that is!
*****Just for or kicks and giggles.......

This is Connie, out Heart-A-Rama pianist. Connie's camera shy, and this is the best shot I have gotten of her for you. I'll keep trying. Connie claims to be a "mediocre" musician. Boy, I would love to be as mediocre as she is at something.