Scout Moves

The old blog receives an average of six or seven visitors a day, on a good day, so I don't expect this story to get far. The point of writing it is to express my ire, though, so that's fine. It's like writing a scathing letter and throwing it away. Catharsis. Here's the deal. In a round-about way, I was invited to play in a band assembled to commemorate McKinley's inauguration in 1897. The person who put this together—we'll call him Joe—has done a great deal of research, has photos of the event, a copy of the original program of music performed and replica uniforms for this special band to wear in performance. And he has managed to dig up copies of music for songs that haven't been played in years. In some cases, he's reviving songs that haven't been played, or at least recorded, in 100 years. Interesting, right? I think so, so I was intrigued enough to agree to participate. But then I got the music. It's mostly marches, because that's wh

Wow, this site feels like a favorite place to spend time, like a coffee shop I used to linger in with friends or that bench at the zoo where you can sit and still see the flamingos, all afternoon, if you'd like. I should come here more often, catch my breath, order an espresso, make origami with the table napkins while we chat. For now, let me just say I have been busy making things—wine cork trinkets and shadow boxes, mostly. Here is what it all looks like. Go browse for a bit, and if something strikes your fancy, place an order.