What Did I Miss?
it's easy to miss Sometimes, I find myself asking, "What did I miss?" I look over my shoulder to see where I have been, then I look in front of me and wonder how I got there. I feel like I have missed something. Some part of the journey. Not quite like I have been asleep, but maybe asleep at the wheel. When I was married to my ex-wife, my music collection stopped growing. She had the smallest collection of music of anyone I have ever known. She had fewer than a dozen tapes. No CDs. She didnt even listen to the radio. It was either her version of folk music or nothing. When I say her version, she was adamant that the only musician on that list were people like Bill Staines, Fred Small, Peter Paul and Mary, Pete Seeger... a very limited set of folk musicians. I figured if she liked that, she was sure to like traditional Irish and Scottish tunes. Nope. I tried again with more modern American folk musicians. Strike two. Our marriage fell apart while I was in grad sc...