A clear blue sky.
On a Tuesday morning.
I was working in my office at MasterView SoundCrafts Recording Studios in Freeville, NY, preparing for the release of my second album, Please Come In, and a 30-state national tour.
That’s when my dad yelled up at me from the first floor. “Son. Get down here, quick.”
Obviously, I’ll never forget what I saw on TV. Or what it was like driving back-and-forth to Rochester, NY over that next week without a trace of a single police officer, local or state.
Some days it feels like the sky is falling. Buck up. For some people, it really did.
Savor life’s every blessing; remember those who lost it; and honor those who gave it up. ch: