I’m happy to report that this week’s music class was more successful than last. I masterfully averted disaster by coercing Dan’s brother John, a fine young college man, to join us.

I had John in the palm of my hand after I had Shef do the asking himself. I mean, I’m sorry, but what self-respecting Early Music major could resist his three-year-old nephew/God-child begging for his presence at Musical Discoveries?

Not a one. And since Shef behaves far worse for me than for anyone else, we managed to get through the class without any direct blows.