I played trumpet in high school. There are a few things I remember most about playing trumpet.

At our last event, we received questions about sundowning. As promised, I will utilize today’s column to shed some light on this subject.

If you were watching the Vikings game at the American Legion on Sunday the sixth, we hope you didn’t mind the choral accompaniment that likely wafted through the floor from upstairs. Perhaps our renditions of “Down to the River to Pray” and other river-themed tunes somehow helped the team pull off their surprising victory. Who knows? The CAIR River Sing was a success, thanks to 50+ intergenerational participants, a plaintive and emotionally stirring musical saw, my mother’s multiple aging songbooks / zest for hymns, and the muscle power that hauled the piano out of Bluenose’s gazebo, up Main Street, and up an elevator on one of the windiest days of the year. Special kudos to the multiple kid performers who took the floor in the latter half of the event, adding dance moves and singular piano-key plinks to their tunes.