We want to run to the altarand catch the fireto stand in the gapbetween the living and the deadGive us a heart of compassionFor a world without visionWe will make a differenceBringing hope to our land My eleven year old self desperately sang those words at youth camp. I would later know the drill. Just …
William Newbrough was easy to mythicize. He was exceptionally tall with a wide stride, Lisztian hair and a bashful smile. From a distance, one could recognize him merely by his walking pace. We affectionately called him Dr. N. Whenever he sat at the piano, Dr. N brought musical notes to life with his physics-defying pianistic …
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