He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves, her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it. He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Getting Started
With inspiration from my buddy Dug (pedalsnotpistons.blogspot) I am getting started in the world of the blog. I'm looking forward to sharing stories of my life. My life as a husband, as a father of two young girls, our life in Mexico, life working in an orchestra, life as a trumpeter, and whatever else I stumble across along the way. I do a fair amount of stumbling so you are in for some interesting and hopefully entertaining stories. Stay tunned......
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