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Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Music

Alternate Endings

Do you ever wish that the writer of the book you just read or the movie you saw would have consulted you before she decided on that particular ending? I do. Sometimes it is simply historical reality that makes people or characters act the way they act. But I see so many occasions where there …

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Dimming The Ground Lights

A few years ago – at this same time of the year, my husband and I went out rather late at night to relax in the hot tub. We went out through the garage, and our path to the patio was well-lit by the motion-detector light that was activated when we opened the garage door. …

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Soundtracks Of My Tears

In focusing on the small joys of life, there is no doubt about the delight I get in hearing a sparkling, happy song. All I need is to hear “I’m A Believer” or “Walking On Sunshine” or The Rascal’s “Good Lovin’” and my butt starts bouncing and I’m set for the day. However – there …

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How I Won The Dance Contest

HOW I WON THE DANCE CONTEST – OR- PERSPECTIVE IS EVERYTHING In 1965, the local radio station threw a block party. The AM station, WBIS, was insignificant and unpopular. Their claim to fame was that the actor Bob Crane had started his career there. The Hartford stations WPOP and WDRC were the stations everyone listened …

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Be Prepared

You know how your mother always told you to wear clean underwear – because you could be hit by a bus? As I am now face-to-face with old age (and thank you everyone for the amazing response to my last post!), I can certainly see the wisdom behind good underwear. There are, of course, different …

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Music Lessons

When I was a little girl, my mother told me, “You can do anything you want.” But she added a caveat: “You won’t be good at everything, but you can do everything.” This was such sane advice. And as a result, I always felt a level of calm security entering into anything new. I could …

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Storage Space

We finally! (yes, that’s Finally with an exclamation point!) had a beautiful Sunday here in Connecticut. And so we took a nice drive in the convertible. We were headed towards the shoreline for a lobster dinner to celebrate my husband’s birthday. Top down, the sun on my face (and kneecaps, I found out later), the …

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How To Be Old

A post from September 2011: I’m normally not much of a concert-goer.  I don’t like crowds and I don’t like crowded parking lots, and I especially don’t like crowded ladies’ rooms.  I put up with all of the above for the love of my life, James Taylor.  Everyone else, not so much. Recently, however, I …

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The Wiggles

Two months ago my Zumba teacher surprised us. She turned on the music and tied on a coin scarf. You know what I mean:  the scarf that belly dancers wear around their hips – the kind with coins or bells that jangle when they swing their hips. I thought it was odd – even a …

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Jingle Bell Schlock

When we bought a used (sorry, ‘pre-owned‘ is the word; BMWs are very sensitive little creatures) convertible this year, we inherited Sirius radio. Now my husband and I have lots of stations to argue about. He likes the fifties channel and I naturally like the sixties. I think he ought to like the sixties – he …

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